Fallen Angel (The List #3) by N K Love Page B

ice
sexually
    16. 69
    17. Kiss a girl
    18. Tie somebody up
    19. Be tied up
    20. Watch a porno alone
    21. Watch a porno with
a partner
    22. Do a lap dance
    23. Do a strip tease
    24. Sexual role-play
    25. Make a sex tape
    26. Sex outdoors
    27. Go to strip show /
live sex show
    28. Be spanked
    29. Hit somebody
    30. Kinky sex
     
    I’m over the halfway line now, just fourteen
left to go. Admittedly it’s some of the trickierones remaining, but
with Jax as my boyfriend anything is possible.
     
    O.M.G. We are seeing each other! I can’t shift
the goofy grin that keeps plastering itself across my face every time I think
about it. God, I hope he wasn’t caught up in the moment and he’s going to wake up
feeling regretful. I fold the note up and slide it into my back pocket, then
carry on making his breakfast.
     
    Why am I trying to sabotage this already? I
didn’t just hear his words last night, I felt them. He meant them just as much
as I did. We have agreed to continue keeping a low profile for the time being
though. As much as I’m dying to claim him in public and stand proudly beside
him as his girlfriend, it’s still very early days. Plus I think we both enjoy
keeping each other to ourselves so there’s no rush. He understands that Wills
doesn’t count though so I can’t wait to tell her later.
     
    I left Jax in bed whilst I showered and dressed.
I’m going into Next Chapter today. I’ve messaged Wills to arrange a much needed
girly night in for tonight.
     
    Jax is sitting up in bed watching the news when
I get back upstairs. I put the coffee and orange juice on his bedside table.
Then put the tray with a bowl of chopped fruit and a bowl of cinnamon porridge
oats beside him on the bed. He makes a “ Mmm ” growl of satisfaction but I
don’t know if it was aimed at breakfast or me as he captures my wrist and pulls
me down for a delightful morning kiss. He tastes minty so I know he’s brushed
his teeth whilst I’ve been downstairs and I can smell his lush facial wash.
     
    “I could get used to this.”
     
    “Mmm, me too. You smell lovely.”
     
    “Your favourite.”
     
    “And you taste delicious. I don’t think I could
ever tire of your lips on me.”
     
    “Ditto.”
     
    When we got into bed last night we spent a few
hours talking and kissing—okay, mostly kissing. Our talking was mainly Jax
asking me about the poems I’d written. He’d read them the night before the
stabbing, so we’ve not had a chance to discuss them. I’m guessing they played
their part in helping him understand what I’ve been going through and maybe they
encouraged him to take a chance on us.
     
    It also reminded me of the two poems I’d
written and slid under my pillow before it all kicked off Thursday night. I panicked
and dived out of his bed, remembering that Jack had stayed in the guest room
that night. Thankfully, they were still tucked away safely.
     
    Another Day
     
    Lying here beside you,
you are my strength, you set me free
    Without realising
you’ve opened your heart for me to see
    But it’s hard for me to
feel close to somebody so far away
    I pray our worlds will
collide, in another life, another day
     
    Heartbeaten
     
    Standing here
    Two hearts beating
    Knowing here
    One day we’ll part
    Loving you
    Whilst you’re with me
    Wishing this
    Was just the start
     
    My heart was pounding at the thought of Jack
reading my words, especially those particular poems where I pretty much left a
piece of my heart on the page.
     
    When I got back into bed I told Jax but said
that I’m not ready for him to read them just yet. Dropping the ‘L’ bomb on our
first night as a couple is almost as bad an idea as saying it when he’s a
little preoccupied with stab wound. I’m not going to get burned twice by the
same flame.
     
    My favourite part of bedtime last night, was
making up silly games like taking it in turns to close our eyes and guess where
the next kiss was going to land. He’d hover his mouth over