I'd Rather Not Miss Out On Us

*Jess’s POV*
I squirm around with my eyes close, only knowing it’s morning from the orange glow I see instead of black. I know it’s probably too early to be alive. “Ugh” I let out softly with a deep sigh. I hear a soft chuckle coming from beside me. And then I feel the chest under me, and the hand on my waste, and other hand in my hair, and then the lack of clothes on my body. And then I remember whose body this was, and the reasoning of my lack of clothes.
I fucked Frank Iero.
Or more like- Frank Iero fucked me.
Yeah, that’s better.
I slowly open my eyes to see him beaming at me. Not the creepy “what are we gonna play next?” little kid type of beam, but the soft “wow” beam. What he is thinking “wow” about, I don’t know. But in that moment I don’t care. I throw him a smile and look down at the inked up hand on my stomach. I feel a soft kiss being planted on my forehead, and I immediately raise my head to press my lips to his. The kiss is soft, only both our pretty smooth lips moving together. He’s the first to let go, and I curse him in my head.
“Well, good morning” he laughs.
“Morning.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Beautifully,” I mumble as I snuggle my head into his neck. “You?”
“It was the best sleep I’ve had in a while.”
I suddenly start thinking about why that could have been. My eyes wonder down to his hand, and this time I notice the heart with a banner across it that reads “Jamia”. My heart stops for a moment.
“You don’t like to sleep alone.” The word vomit comes back up again.
“No, I really don’t.”
“So, how often do you sleep with someone else?” Stop, Jess. You’re ruining a perfect morning.
“You’re the first since the divorce.” He’s speaking so calmly, and there’s so much honesty in his voice. I completely believe his words.
“Oh.” I don’t know what to say. That’s a big… honor. I’m flattered. I decide to not fuck this up with words anymore and I move my hand to his stomach and slide my hand from his belly button to his chest, and back down to trace around the birds on his hips.
“Jess.” Frank says softly.
“Hmm?”
“Do you want breakfast?”
I look at him, and my eyes widen. I’m confused, and I’m not sure why. I guess I assumed I was gonna be kicked out soon. That this was a one night stand, and honestly, I’d be okay with that as long as he said it can happen again if we’re ever in the same place. His eyebrows go down, and he looks at me confused.
Word Vomit.
“You- You want to have breakfast? With me? Are you sure? I’ll understa-“
I’m cut off by a finger to my mouth. I don’t protest, eager to hear what he has to say.
“Yes, I do. I’m not the type of guy to sleep with a girl that I wouldn’t want to talk about life over coffee with. I know I don’t know you all that well, but I can tell I want to get to know you, and that’s all that matters right now. So, do you wanna get food? It’s about 8:30, so everywhere will be open and serving breakfast.”
The butterflies in my stomach wake up, and start flapping like a son of a bitch.
“I like waffles.”
“Then the House of Waffles it is.” He chuckles. God that chuckle is so damn cute.
He moves the covers off of us, and starts to get off the bed, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him. When my feet are planted on the carpet, he lays a soft peck to my lips. I blush, and he pulls me into the bathroom with him.

Notes

This is short and just a filler, but I thought it should be uploaded with chapter 6.
I'm sorry chapter 6 wasn't uploaded yesterday like I said, my internet wouldn't work.
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