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She frowns at me, her thumb stroking my brow bone. "Why do you need their names?"
This must be what cats feel like. This lazy, content feeling that comes with being stroked. "So I can destroy them," I mumble.
She startles and shifts suddenly, her knees dropping to the sides. I lose my balance and faceplant right into the seam of her pants. Her hands holding my face the only thing separating me from her core.
"You smell good," I say distractedly, inhaling deeply.
She squeals and scoots backward, attempting to fling my head across the room. I'm not ready to let her go, though, so I follow her up the couch, planking over her. Her eyes get really big, and she squeaks.
"I liked the other position," I tell her. "But this one is okay too."
Her cheeks are the color of tomatoes. "Jonas," she scolds. "You can't say...or do that."
I tilt my head, replaying our entire conversation. "I can't say what?"
She groans and covers her face with her hands. "That. You know...that I...smell good."
"Why? It is the truth."
“Oh, my god. You can't stick your head in people's crotches and comment on them."
"Agreed. I would not do that. But you are not 'people'. You are my Janey. I like everything about you, especially the way you smell there. In fact..." I slide down her body, and she makes a strange sound and grabs my ears in her fists, effectively countering my move. There is a look in her eye that I've seen on Becca's face at the Dojo, just before she makes Colton cry.
I am not always the most people smart of men, but even I realize that I have pushed her too far and that if I want to keep my ears attached to my head, I would be wise to back off.
"Right. I am sorry." I slide back up slowly, and as her grip loosens, I ease off the couch. She scrambles back and pats her hair as she stares at me. I like the flush on her cheeks, and the way her eyes shine. "You are beautiful."
Her eyes close slowly, then equally slowly open to meet my gaze. "I don't know if I can keep up with you. One minute you're commenting on my smell, then you're telling me I'm beautiful. I feel like I'm on another planet."
I nod and, taking my life in my hands, lean over her and press my cheek to hers. "I understand exactly how you feel. Most of my life, I feel like I'm on another planet all by myself. But Janey, I think I would really like it if you spent a little time with me on mine."
11
JANEY
After a quick trip to the gym for my backpack and a really long shower behind a locked door, I feel almost like myself again.
Ok, not like myself. Everything is upside down, but for the first time, I have a little hope. Maybe this will be okay. Maybe, this whole marriage idea isn't crazy.
Wiping the steam off the mirror in Jonas's luxurious guest bathroom, I look at the stranger staring back. The bags under my blue eyes are familiar. They've been with me since I moved into the shelter. There was a disruption most nights, but even on the quiet nights, my thoughts kept me up. My face is a little less round than it was a month ago, but overall I still look like me.
I feel like an older, more jaded version of myself.
Thankful for the small amount of makeup in my purse, I do my best to hide the dark circles. A little mascara and a few minutes with the hair dryer, and I've done the best I can. Time to face the music.
Or, more specifically, the man I agreed to marry.
Taking a deep breath, I pull open the door and nearly run into Jonas's bum. It's right there, at eye level. I gasp and step back, but I look. I can't not look. He has what has to be the roundest, most squeezable bum I've ever seen. There's just so much of him to look at, and the sweatpants he's wearing hide nothing.
"Jonas," I say, staring right at that magnificent ass. "What are you doing?"
"A headstand," he says, voice nasally from being upside down.
"Right. I see that. Can you get up?"
He drops his feet immediately and surges up. His eyes widen briefly then he tips to the side and slides straight down the wall. I lunge forward as he slides, but I don't know what I'm planning to do. It's not like I can catch the man.
I settle for hugging him on the slide down, and we end up in a heap on the floor.
