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Through the half-closed curtains, the sun peaked into the room, creeping towards the bed that held Avery and Jameson. Their limbs tangle together amongst the sheets, skin touching skin, hair sprawled across pillows. Slowly the sun danced across the room, each ray itching to cover them with the warmth they possessed. Eventually the sun got its wish and landed on Jameson, kissing his cheek, willing him to wake.
Jamesons eyes fluttered open, each blink pushing sleep out of his mind and clearing his eyes of the morning fog. Soon after his gaze met the face of the young billionaire, the woman who stole his heart and cared for it with every cell of her being. Without thought, his hand reached for her face, grazing her cheekbone and moving into her hair. A small smile appeared on his face, one only reserved for Avery. His hands continued into her hair, brushing it to the side so he could see her, embrace her, and love her.
Mornings in the Hawthrone Estate were for the most part quiet; nothing but the birds and wind blowing in the trees could be heard from outside. The only sound that could be heard in the room was the soft breaths that Avery let out as slumber continued to plague her. Those small huffs of air reminded Jameson that she was alive, and not only was she alive, but she was his. In the same breath, he was hers. They belonged to each other and only each other in those early hours of the morning. She was not the young billionaire that inherited his grandfather's estate, nor was he the reckless Hawthrone boy. They were simply Jameson and Avery.
And with that knowledge, Jameson allowed himself to admire and love her with no barriers or worries. He allowed himself to be vulnerable with her and only her. His eyes wondered her face, trying to memorise every millimetre and store it in his head in fear of one day being separated from her. He wanted his mind to only be full of her. He wanted Avery Kylie Grambs to be the only person who occupied his head at all times, to be the one thing that he allowed him to breathe, to live.
These thoughts circulated in his head as he continued brushing her hair, and his eyes were still wondering her face. His movements eventually stopped as Avery's eyes began to open, and the first person she saw as she awoke was him. A small smile danced on her face, and with a yawn moved closer towards him, placing her head against his bare chest.
"Morning," she whispered out with her hand tracing lines on his stomach. "Morning, Heiress," he replied, bringing his hand that had been moved when she had awoken back into her hair and placing a small kiss onto the crown of her head. "How long have you been up?" she asked.
"Not too long."
"Good." Her eyes wandered up to see that he was already looking at her, a lazy smile laid on his lips where a smirk normally occupied. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, lifting her head to look directly at him. He wrapped both his arms around her and rolled them over so that he was placed on top of her. With each arm on either side of her face, he brought his mouth closer to hers until he could feel her breath mix with his. "You," he replied, and with that, his mouth met hers. Avery's hands came to his hair, threading her fingers through his brown locks, pulling lightly on them as his lips softly moulded with hers. He brought himself down to his elbows, moving his hands to each side of her face, and used the pads of his thumbs to stroke the apples of her cheeks. Jameson pulled away, letting out small huffs of air as he looked down at her flushed cheeks and swollen lips.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered out before leaning down and connecting their lips again. Avery let out small giggles as their breaths mixed and hands drifted. Each giggle from Avery turned Jameson into mush, making him chuckle along with her; eventually, the silent sounds of laughter became louder. Their faces moved apart, and Jameson flopped beside her.
"I love you, Heiress," he breathed out, grazing a finger along her jaw. A toothy smile painted her face. "I love you too, Jameson."