My smart girl 3. Rewriting our stars

Rosé Morning came far too quickly. No matter what, I desperately didn’t want this magical night to end. I woke up before dawn, lazily stretching and feeling incredibly well-rested — and, without exaggeration, the happiest girl in the world. Yesterday, I had received the gift I had almost stopped hoping for… the man I wanted most. That very man was still sleeping, holding me tightly in his arms. His quiet, warm breath tickled the back of my neck, sending pleasant shivers up and down my spine. God… last night with him had felt so good. Even the slight lingering soreness between my legs couldn’t dim the pure euphoria I had experienced from being so close to him — to my beloved man. As strange and naïve as it might sound, I now felt that Jay and I were something more than just a couple in love. We were soulmates. I was certain he would find me even in the next life, just as he had promised, and make me fall in love with him all over again. And I wouldn’t mind that at all. It was almost funny now to remember how I used to hiss and huff at him like an angry cat whose tail he kept accidentally stepping on. Yet I had never once seen anger or irritation in his eyes — only overwhelming tenderness and adoration. He hadn’t been lying when he said even my huffing was charming to him. Apparently, he was completely delighted by it and deliberately annoyed me just to get my attention and hear me huff more often. In the end, he got exactly what he wanted. I had huffed my way straight to a ring on my finger and conversations about the names of our three future children — something my Romeo seemed to take very seriously. Lying safely wrapped in his warm embrace, sheltered from the winter cold and the rest of the world, I felt complete peace and contentment. Happiness. This had truly been the best birthday of my life. And the best night — one that still felt like a sweet, impossible dream. I still couldn’t fully believe that it had really happened, that Jay and I had finally become intimate. But the sweet ache throughout my body — in places I hadn’t even known could ache — was undeniable proof that it hadn’t been a dream. My beloved had done everything to make sure I would remember this night with him forever. Jay had been so passionate… yet at the same time so careful, tender, and unbearably gentle. It seemed like he was barely breathing at times, terrified of hurting me. My heart kept breaking into tiny crystal pieces from the overwhelming love I felt for this incredible man who had tamed me so quietly that I never even noticed when or how it happened. Now, I couldn’t imagine my life without him. The arrogant troublemaker who used to drive me crazy had turned into the best guy in the world. My… beloved guy. I smiled, touching my lips that still tingled sweetly from countless kisses, and turned in his arms. Cupping his relaxed, handsome face with my palm, I gently pressed my lips to his. Jay let out a quiet sigh and murmured something in his sleep, but didn’t wake up. That gave me an idea of exactly how to wake him — something I was sure he would enjoy. And I was right. The morning blowjob smoothly turned into morning sex, and our second time was even better than the first. Much, much better. There was no pain this time, and feeling him inside me with nothing between us was… incomparable. The only thing that slightly clouded my ecstasy was the guilty look in his eyes and the way he bit his lip when he realized he might have made me a mother at twenty. But I didn’t regret anything. My illness had changed too many things. It had shown me the true value of time and what really mattered. I used to think I had plenty of time left, but I didn’t. Now I understood that every minute with him was worth its weight in gold. We couldn’t afford to waste a single one. *** Outside the bedroom windows, the sky was slowly growing lighter. It looked even colder than yesterday, but in Jay’s strong arms, I felt warm, cozy, and safe — as always. I had no desire to leave them. I desperately wished time would magically stop, letting me stay here… with him… forever. Jay seemed to want the same thing. He made no move to release me from his arms or the bed. Every now and then he would breathe out softly, gently stroking my hair or running his sensitive fingers along my spine, sending uncontrollable waves of shivers through me. He had always affected me like this, and becoming intimate with him hadn’t changed that — if anything, it had only made it stronger. Feeling another tender kiss on my temple, I smiled involuntarily and pressed myself even closer to him with a quiet sigh. “Sweetheart…” came his low, velvet half-whisper from above my head. The sound sent another pleasant wave of warmth settling deep inside me. “Hmm?” I hummed, lazily tracing patterns on his broad, warm chest with my fingertip. His next words made me frown. “You… don’t regret it?” he whispered quietly, still gently stroking my hair. “How could such a stupid thought even enter your head?” I grumbled softly, sighing as I placed a light kiss on his shoulder. Jay sighed in return and carefully rolled me onto my back. He leaned over me, brushing the hair from my face and stroking my cheek with warm fingertips. “I still had to ask,” he whispered with a tender smile, looking at me with that piercing, attentive gaze from under his lashes. I could see he was genuinely worried, so I shook my head with a soft smile. Reaching up, I stroked his warm, velvet cheek and whispered sincerely: “It was the best night of my life, my love… The best gift you could have ever given me.” He searched my eyes for a long moment, as if looking for answers to questions only he knew. Then, with a quiet sigh, he closed his dark, thick lashes and turned his head to press his lips to my palm. “That’s all I needed to hear, baby…” he whispered hoarsely. Then he leaned down and covered my lips with his. And just like I had wished — time stopped.