Chapter 8

A/N: This is kinda a short chapter...oh well

It was raining when I woke up. It was too early to be awake. I groaned and tried to roll over, but instead hit something warm and solid. Then I remembered last nights events. John.

"What time is it?" His voice was scratchy with sleep.

"Dunno. Have you been awake long?"

"No. Have you?"

"I just woke up." John rolled over to face me. His hair was a mess. I smiled and smoothed it down.

"John?"

"What?" His eyes were closed.

"Did you say something last night?"

"I said lots of things to you last night."

"Don't be an ass. I mean, right before I fell asleep."

"Oh." His eyes opened and he frowned. "Uh. Yeah. I probably said goodnight."

"After that. I could've sworn..."

"I - you must have heard something," he said, sounding panicked.

"John?" He rolled away. "What's wrong?"

"Nothin."

"Fine." I sighed. We laid in silence. A couple minutes passed.

"What the fuck, John?" I snapped.

"What's your problem?"

"My problem? You're acting weird. You won't talk to me!"

"Do you want to talk? Fine! What do you want to talk about?"

"You said you loved me!" John rolled back over, eyes wide.

"Yeah? And when did that happen?"

"Last night, when I was falling asleep. You said it. I heard you."

"You could've dreamed it."

"I know what I heard!"

"Just own up to it, John! So what if you did? You're allowed to feel something for once in your life!"

"That's not the type of thing you say to people, you know. That you love them, because they won't say it back and you look stupid."

"What if they said it back?"

"What?"

"I love you!"

"...shit." He stood up.

"Where are you going?" I asked, confused.

"This shouldn't happen. You and I. You're married to George, for Christ's sake."

"I was married to George when we first hooked up. You didn't care then."

"You didn't love me then."

"What about you, John?" I picked at the edge of the comforter. "Did you love me?"

"What do you want me to say? I'm not no

romantic."

"Might help if you answered my question."

"I love you now. Isn't that enough?"

I sighed. "C'mere, love."

John glanced at me, and got back into bed beside me. I kissed him and pulled him into me.

"It's fine," I mumbled. "Really. The George thing."

"Don't talk about him," he said softly, and pressed his lips to mine again.

"Just stay with me."

"As long as you want, I will."