Night Changes

France - Day Two

(Hero)

She loves me.

I know she does.

There's no way she doesn't.

Maybe she forgot to say it?

Fuck, of course she didn't forget.

If she wanted to say it, she would've by now.

Either you said it too soon or she just doesn't feel the same.

My thoughts were racing, preventing me from getting any sleep.

Jo had gone through a lot within past few hours and dropping the bombshell on her that I had probably wasn't the smartest idea.

But I knew that's how I felt about her, and I was pretty sure she felt the same way about me.

I could only hope that she forgot I had even said it, and we can just go back to the way things were.

I would let her tell me when she's ready, wanting for her to be comfortable with her feelings for me.

She seemed pretty comfortable when she was sucking your dick.

I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to block out my thoughts as I attempt to fall asleep.

Unfortunately for me, I only get about two hours before I have to be up for the day.

I decide to make myself coffee with the machine that was provided in the room. The coffee was bland, but I needed some energy in me, especially if I was going to get through today.

My plan was to just act natural, act like I hadn't said anything. Maybe she'll tell me first thing when she sees me, or later tonight before we go to sleep.

But that only leads my thoughts to Maria, her words repeating in my head over and over.

I may have very well fucked things up between Jo and I because of three simple words. After everything we've been through, and how hard we fought for this, my blood boils at the thought of Maria being able to say I told you so.

But the terms wouldn't be on an overly exposed relationship. It would be because I was an insensitive ass who was so overwhelmed and consumed by the woman he loved most in the world that he went ahead and jumped the gun as always.

I knew deep down that I was overthinking all of this, but how couldn't I? I wanted to hear those words said back to me, to hear that she loved me too. That reassurance of our relationship reaching the next level.

I jump slightly when I hear knocking on the door, and I quickly move to answer it.

"I've been knocking. You didn't hear me?" Jamie asks with a laugh.

"Sorry." I gush, opening the door wider for her to come in.

"It's okay. I have your outfit ready if you want to change while Trace finishes with Anna."
I nod my head before taking the garment bag from her.

"Oh wait, hang on. I forgot the shoes." She says. "I'll be right back."

Once she leaves, I put on the outfit. A grey pair of trousers with pant legs that rested just above my ankles and a white pleated sweater. Jamie returns moments later with a pair of brown leather loafers, and I slip into them.

"Lovely." Jamie nods in approval. "Michael has great taste."

"I helped." I point out with a laugh.

"How're you feeling? Anything you need, anything I can do for you?" She asks, causing me to smile.

"I'm good Jamie, thank you." I tell her.