"What are you thinking about?"
Jonathan rolled over in bed to find Jennifer propped up on her elbow, watching him. Her eyes were bright and her hair was a bit of a mess, evidence of the beautiful night they'd spent together.
He reached out and pushed an errant curl off her forehead and trailed his fingers down her cheek. She turned her head and snuck a kiss to his fingertips.
"I'm thinking about how I have never been this happy in my life," he told her. He hadn't actually been thinking of much of anything, just basking in the soft dawn light of London coming through the window. His limbs felt heavy but his heart felt very light. Everything was perfect in that moment, and thinking about it now, he realized that he'd never felt like this before. Everything was just perfect.
Jennifer, however, was in a less contemplative mood. "Oh I'm glad last night was good for you," she quipped.
He was not yet used to her humor and wit, and he loved it. "Not just that, although yes, it was very good," he agreed. "All three times, in fact."
Jonathan's mind drifted to the inevitable thoughts of their lovemaking all through the night before. Jennifer's boldness, first in taking him in her mouth and then later when he'd woken up to her straddling him and then riding him until they both passed out. He thought, too, of the erotic little noises she made when he went down on her, the way she keened and gasped and moved while he thrust inside her. He had been so overwhelmed, each and every time, by the feel of her body and the way he seemed to know exactly what she needed and the incredible connection they had, even after such a short time.
Before he got too caught up in the delicious memories of sex continued his train of thought to tell her, "I'm happy just to be with you. To be more in love than I ever thought possible."
She softened, her smile turning from teasing to pure affection. "I feel the same way," she answered, her voice quiet and gentle. "I didn't know it could feel like this."
His heart expanded at her words. It was one thing for him to feel like this, to have this otherworldly love fill his heart at just the thought of Jennifer and to feel his dreams come true when he had her near. It was all the more meaningful to know that she felt the same way. "I guess what they say is true, that you know when you meet the one," he thought aloud.
Her smile grew. "I guess it is."
How could it be that in this modern era of Tinder and meaningless hookups and dating shows on television and ghosting after two dates, Jonathan Hart had found a fairytale romance? This wasn't just instant attraction—though it certainly was that—and it wasn't just a symptom of shared adrenaline—though that was a part of it, too. No, this was an Old Hollywood movie kind of love. Struck by lightning kind of love. The kind of love that no one believed in nowadays. Jonathan certainly didn't believe in it. He would have never thought it was possible to have such a connection to a person like this. He almost had to remind himself that he'd only met her about eighty hours ago. They already knew each other so well. They already fit together so well.
Jonathan hadn't always had the easiest time getting along with people. He rarely opened up to people. He kept to himself and kept his head down and did his work. That was a product of his orphan childhood and his naval discipline, he knew. But he'd also learned how to turn his inherent kindness and charm to his advantage both in business and in romance. He had never had any problem getting a date or even keeping a girlfriend for a few months here and there. It was very different with Jennifer. He had charmed Louise Tobin, sure, but he had fallen in love with her before the night was over. All the insanity that happened afterward, finding Jennifer kneeling over a dead body and then running through the streets of London away from gunshots and all the other terrifying, crazy things they went through had only confirmed his initial feelings: they were attracted to each other, they liked each other, they fit together, they were made for each other. And now that it had happened, he could never go back to a life without her. He wouldn't want to.
Jennifer scooted herself a little closer to him, and she got that sexy, teasing look on her face again. "Now, what do you say to getting into another round of the rest of our lives?"
It was a little passé to refer to a woman as a minx but that's certainly what Jennifer was. Jonathan just grinned and pulled her into his arms to relearn the glorious curves of her soft, naked body.