Loving Jake (Chloe PoV)

“Really. Chloe, you have no idea—”

I let out a surprised yelp as he collapsed atop me. “Jake?” I asked, struggling under his weight. It was a struggle to move under him. He was heavier than me and this bed was not making things easier. “Jake?” Panic crept over me as I managed to get my arms out from under him. With a lot of wiggling, squirming, and a healthy amount of cursing, I managed to slip out from under him. He flopped against the bed as I fought my initial reaction to freak out.

He was breathing, so that was good. It looked like he was sleeping so…

I debated calling the paramedics, but a few pokes to his side got some groans as he turned over in bed to get away from me. A relieved breath ran through me.

“Shit, Jake,” I said, heart racing as I pressed a hand against my chest. As if responding, a raspy breath came from him as he started breathing through his mouth.

Crisis averted, my mind was coming down from its overly alert state. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I took a moment to focus on myself. I felt good, but not amazing. Paradoxically, it made me feel even better than I normally did. The post-coitus high was still going strong but I was in complete control of myself. It felt natural. Good, but not artificially so.

I glanced over my shoulder at the sleeping man who hadn’t just rocked my world, he conquered it. I’d had sex with a lot of guys. Some of them were excellent in bed. Jake though? Words couldn’t describe what he had done. The freedom I felt now was worth more than the best orgasm I’d ever had. For this brief moment, I was liberated from my Gift and no pleasure could ever match this feeling.

An unfamiliar feeling stirred in my stomach as I watched his sleeping form as my smile vanished. I’d seen a lot of men making many different faces as they fucked me, but Jake’s was different. Yes, it was a bit off-putting having someone you cared about be completely stone-faced as they were intimate with you, but the feeling I felt when we were together. I understood it on an instinctual level. When I started this with him, I’d been fucking him. He had taken control and showed me a completely redefined what it meant to be with someone.

For a man who didn’t show or feel emotions, he was the first one to ever show me what love felt like. Love freely given without conditions.

And I was glad he passed out because the tears didn’t stop. I didn’t want them to stop. Jake had told me I was the greatest thing to ever happen to him, but he had no idea what he meant to me. I would trade all the money in the world for a moment with him.

The tears running down my face weren’t from sadness, but because I was so damn happy.