Jonathan’s POV
Sunday morning

Slowly opening my eyes, I’m instantly hit with the sun blaring full force in my windows.

Christ! I think to myself.

I lay there cursing at myself for not closing the windows last night when I hear a soft sigh leave Camilla’s lips as she snuggles into me. Her warmth was like nothing I had ever experienced; for the first time in a long time, I felt at peace. The world could end at this moment, and I would die happy. I slowly lean down and press my lips to her forehead, breathing in the lavender scent from last night’s bath. Camilla always smells beautiful, but she smelled, even more, intoxicating this morning. As I pulled away, I felt her leg move across my waist, and her hand move further across my chest. I lay as still as possible, taking deep shallow breaths until she settled. Slowly reaching over, I tuck the hair that has fallen in her face to the side, rubbing the side of her beautiful face with my thumb as I do. Her skin is so incredibly soft, almost like pure silk. I swallow a giggle as her cute nose twitches at my touch.

At this moment, I hope she doesn’t wake up because I am well aware that watching someone sleep is unbelievably creepy, but she is so mesmerising. The way her eyes lightly flutter as she dreams things I wish I could see; her lips, still slightly puffy from last night, part letting small sighs out. I lay back, pulling her tightly into me. I’ve woken up with Camilla in my arms before but this time it was different, this time she is mine and I want to commit this moment tangled up in her to memory.

I begin to nod off when my phone vibrates on the table next to me; Camilla wriggles, untangles herself from me, turning on her side, and settles again. 

“Urgh,” I sigh out quietly.

I slowly slip out from beside Camilla and quiet my alarm. Turning back, I look at my melek, her breathing steady as she sleeps soundly on her side. She is a living angel, my angel.

I don’t want to go to work, I think to myself as I reach for a hair tie and pull my hair into a bun.

Placing my phone back on my side table, I get up and make my way around to Camilla, slowly pulling the blanket further over her and kissing the top of her shoulder before quietly heading into the bathroom to get ready.

Camilla’s POV

“Hmmm,” I hum at the feeling of soft kisses running down my arm.
“Good morning, Melek,” Jonathan says softly.
“Good morning,” I yawn as I roll onto my back and stretch out like a cat.
Leaning over, Jonathan kisses me softly on the lips and says, “breakfast is ready.”
“Mmm, it smells amazing.” I sit up and slowly slide my legs out of bed.

Waiting patiently for me, Jonathan offers me his hand as I stand slowly, still a little groggy. He interlaces his fingers with mine and leads me to the table where breakfast is waiting. There is everything you could think of; fresh orange juice, fruit salad, multigrain toast with little bowls of different spreads and ham, cheese, and tomato croissants. 

“Sit, Melek,” he says sweetly, pulling the chair out for me.
“Thank you, babe,” I smile up at him.
“Babe?” He lifts an eyebrow at me curiously.
“Well, you call me Melek, I need a nickname for you,” I winked at him.
“You can call me whatever you want,” he leans down and kisses me on the top of my head.
“This looks delicious, baby. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he says over his shoulder as he heads for the front door.
“Why are you dressed, by the way?”
“I have work today, Melek,” he calls back.
“Oh, am I keeping you?”
“No, not at all,” he peeks his head around the corner.
“I’ll eat quickly, and I’ll be out of your hair,” I call to him, shoving a piece of watermelon into my mouth.
“Don’t rush; I have plenty of time before I have to be at the station,” he reassures me.
“Are you going to eat?”
“I ate before I woke you,” he smiles, sitting down next to me.
“Awww,” I whine.

“I’m sorry, Melek. I didn’t have the heart to wake you; you look so beautiful when you sleep,” he reaches over and places his hand on my thigh.

“Were you watching me like a creep, detective?” I tease.
“Maybe,” he chuckles.
“Well, it’s lucky I lo-” I catch myself and quickly rephrase, “like you so much.”
“Lucky,” he winks at me.

I giggle softly as I continue to stuff my face.

“Oh, your dress is on the end of the bed. All clean,” he says, standing and taking my empty plates to the kitchen.
“Thank you, baby,” I call to him as I get up and head over to his bed.

Picking my dress up, I feel Jonathan lean past me and place a small white box wrapped with a black silk ribbon next to my dress. I’m caught off guard for a moment.

“What’s that?” I ask, turning to Jon.
“Open it and find out,” he smiles at me.

I turn and look at the box curiously. I look at Jon out of the corner of my eye as I sit on the bed and pick the box up. It’s so beautiful, I’m reluctant to open it, but I can see Jon is getting impatient. Whatever is inside is heavy. I fold my legs and place the box in my lap, slowly pulling the ribbon. Placing the ribbon off to the side, I slide the lid off and push the tissue paper to the side. Inside is an even smaller black velvet box. I softly pull the box out and open it. 

“Oh my god,” I gasp.

“Do you like it?” Jonathan asks, sitting down next to me.
“Jonathan, I don’t know what to say.” I carefully pull the necklace from the box and inspect it closely.
“You don’t need to say anything, Melek,” he kisses the side of my head.
“It’s so beautiful.” I turn and hug him tightly.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he whispers in my ear.
“Thank you, baby, I love it.” I pull away and kiss him lightly on the lips.

Jonathan chuckles as he reaches for the necklace. “Let me,” he says, undoing the clasp.

I immediately move my hair to the side.

“I looked up the date that I conducted the door knock,” he says, placing it around my neck. “It so happens it was a full moon,” he pulls away, his gaze flicking from the necklace to me. “I wanted something to remember the night we met, the night I met the most incredible woman that has ever come into my life,” he tips his head to the side, smiling softly at me.

“I-” I burst into tears.
“Oh no, no, please don’t cry, Melek,” he says, wiping my tears away as he pulls me into his arms.

I bury my face into his jacket and sob like a toddler. No one has ever done anything this thoughtful for me in my entire life, and I’m not sure what the right words to truly express what this means to me are.

“You’re my moon and stars, Camilla. Please don’t ever forget that” he whispers, pulling back and looking at me.

Before I can muster up something to say, Jonathan crashes his lips onto mine, overwhelming all my senses and causing me to become dizzy from the taste of his lips on mine. His hand pulls me in tightly as the other one buries itself in my hair; I wrap my arms around his neck in a desperate attempt to steady myself. Our tongues dance together in harmony, neither fighting for control. Our breathing becomes heavy, and I can feel Jonathan’s heart hammering in his chest. Crawling onto his lap, I wrap my legs around him; he shifts, picking me up softly and slowly laying us down on the bed.

Gently, he lifts my right leg up and over his hip holding it firmly in place as his other arm slides under my shoulder and rests at the base of my neck.

“You’re so fucking sexy melek,” Jonathan whispers, watching me intently as he slowly slides his hand down the side of my thigh and begins teasing the outside of my folds with his fingers.

“Am I?” I purr, closing my eyes.

“Mmm-hmm,” he hums as he lightly kisses along my jawline.

I arch my back as I feel him apply a small amount of pressure on the outside of my thong, almost slipping through.

“You’re so wet, Melek,” he growls into my neck.

My breath hitches in my throat as I feel his fingers pull my thong aside and slide inside my folds, rolling my swollen bud between his thumb and index finger. His continuous slow, torturous game with my aching bud is getting to be too much. I need more, reaching up I bury my hand in his hair and pull his lips to mine, biting his bottom lip letting him know I’m growing impatient with his game.

“Impatient, Melek?” He breaks our kiss, smirking at me.

“Please,” I beg breathlessly.

“Yes, ma’am,” he purrs, claiming my lips again.

Sliding his finger down and to my entrance, he slips one inside me.

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“Oh, fuck,” I moan into his mouth.

I feel him smirk against my lips as he takes a moment to enjoy my reaction to his finger being inside me before slowly moving it in and out. Breaking our kiss, Jonathan buries his face in my neck as he adds another finger. My breath catches in my throat at the sudden pressure this second finger causes.

“Are you ok, melek?” he breaths out against my neck.

“Mmm-hmm” I hum out, grinding my hips against his hand, forcing his fingers deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, Camilla, you feel incredible,” he growls against my ear.

“Oh, christ” I moan loudly as Jonathan begins to speed up, fingers hooking inside me, rubbing my sensitive spot

Our breathing becomes erratic, my moans fill the entire room as I feel the tightness in my stomach become unbearable; my grip on Jonathan’s back tightens as I near my end.

“Cum for me, Melek.”

With those words, I come incompletely undone. My walls tighten around his fingers, giving him no room to move. All he can do at this point is press down on my sensitive spot as my orgasm rolls over me like a freight train. Every part of my body shakes uncontrollably while the entire room falls silent; the only thing I can hear is a low ringing and my heavy breathing. Jonathan slowly pulls his fingers out and slips my thong back into place.

“Fuck! You look incredibly sexy when you cum,” he says, now hovering over me.

I can’t muster up a coherent reply, only a small murmur.

“This is how I should start the day every day,” Jonathan chuckles as he lightly kisses the end of my nose and then my lips.
“I can’t feel my legs,” I pant out.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Jonathan smirks at me.
“Well, I’ve never had an orgasm that made my legs numb, so it’s a good thing,” I giggle.
“I have to say, hearing you cum is my new favourite thing,” he gives me a devilish smile.
“Eww, stop! I sound more like a cow in labour,” I give him a good shove.
“I can’t say I’ve ever heard a cow in labour,” Jonathan chuckles.
“You heard it last night and just now,” I rolled my eyes at him.
“And just like that, the moment is ruined,” he chuckles.
“I mean, you didn’t expect anything less, did you?” I shrug my shoulders at him.
“Of course not, Melek.”
“Good,” I giggle.
“You’re something else, Camilla,” he smirks.
“I know, right?” I do a little hair flick.
“You’re far too cute for your own good, Melek.” He leans down and kisses the top of my head. “I’m going to wash up and head into work.”
“Oh, I’ll get dressed,” I quickly sit up.
“You don’t have to go just because I’ve got work.”
“You want me to stay?” I ask curiously.
“Of course, this is your home just as much as it is mine, but it’s up to you, Melek,” he replies sweetly, pinching my nose between his fingers.
“I should probably head home. I have a lot of stories to proofread that I haven’t even started.” 

I sit up and reach for my dress.

“Ok, Melek. Let me clean up and we’ll head out.”
“Mmmk” I reply, hopping up from his bed.

Look at his arse! My inner voice purrs as he walks to the bathroom.

Ooofff, so slapable. I think to myself as I pull my dress over my head.

“Baaaabe?” I call out to Jonathan.
“Yes, Melek?” he shouts back.
“Where are my boots?”
“By the coat stand.”
“Thank you, baby,” I half yell as I crawl across his bed and head over to it.

Zipping up my boots, the bathroom down swings open. Jonathan stands there quietly, not saying a word as his eyes slowly move over my body. His gaze always makes me nervous; it’s like he can see through all the layers right to my soul.

“Quite finished eye-fucking me, detective?” I cock my eyebrow at him.
“Your legs look so fucking sexy in those boots,” he brings his gaze back up to me.
“Do you need a minute?” I gesture to his pants.

He closes the gap between us, forcing me backward until my heels hit the wall behind me. 

One hand wraps around my waist and the other slides up the wall next to me as he presses himself into me hard.

“I’ll need more than a minute to do what I’m thinking of right now,” he purrs in my ear.
“Awww, what a shame you have to go to work,” I tease, slipping out from under his arm.

A low growl leaves the back of his throat as he turns and looks at me.

“After you, detective,” I smirk at him, opening the door.
“Oh no, by all means after you Camilla” he shoots me a devilish smile.

Rolling my eyes, we head out. I can feel his eyes on my arse, and I make sure to swing my hips just a little more than usual.

Hehe, my inner voice chuckles.

I used to love coming home, but now I have come to despise it. Being here without Jonathan is like living in an empty void. He makes everything brighter and more exciting. 

The first thing I notice when we pull up is Laila’s car and Micah sitting in the driver’s seat. Jonathan pulls in front of him and parks. 

“Is that Laila’s driver?” He asks, looking out the back window.
“It is,” I giggle.
“Why-” I cut him off.
“You don’t want to know, babe,” I smirk at him.
“Gotcha,” he winks at me.

As Jonathan goes to open his door I grab his arm, pulling him back into his seat.

“Are you ok?” He looks at me, confused.

I make quick work climbing over the center console and onto his lap. He pulls his legs in tight so I can slide my legs down beside him. I place my hands on the back of the driver’s seat as his hands slide up my thighs and grab onto my arse.

“God damn, Camilla,” he breathes out.
“Do you really have to go to work?” My lips inches away from his.
“I-” he stutters, his breathing becoming quite heavy.
“You, what, detective?” I purr.
“Ye-” he swallows hard. “Yes.”
“That makes me sad, detective,” I pout at him.
“No one is sadder than me, Melek,” he tightens his grip on my arse.
“Will you come over after you finish?” I tilt my head to the side, giving him my best puppy dog eyes.
“Ye-” clearing his throat. “Yes!”

“Yay,” I clap my hands excitedly. “The code at the front is 7764; I’ll put my spare key at the top left corner of my door frame.” I reach for the door handle.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” Jonathan grumbles.
“Home. I have things to do.” I open the door and step out.
“Camilla,” he grabs my hand.
“Yeah, baby?” I turn and look down at him.
“I can’t get out of the car,” he gestures down to his pants.

I look down and see mister standing at attention.

“Oh,” I giggle.

Leaning in, I kiss him hard, biting his bottom lip as I pull away and close his door. Jonathan’s eyes plead with me, but I give him nothing, instead blowing him a kiss and stepping away, giving him room to pull away.

He rolls the window down. “This isn’t over, Ms. Adams,” he growls.
“Oh, I know, detective,” I reply suggestively.
“I’ll be seeing you later, Melek,” a naughty grin pulls at the corner of his mouth.
“You will,” I wink at him.

Jonathan slowly pulls away and I stand on the sidewalk, watching until he disappears from sight. The feeling of loneliness kicks in; I miss him so much that it hurts. I stand there for a moment hoping that maybe he’ll turn around and come back, but he doesn’t and I know he won’t.

I turn, wave to Micah, and make my way up my apartment stairs. Just as I get to the third step, Sterling and Laila come crashing out the doors; hands everywhere and lips firmly attached to each other. I try to stifle a giggle, but it slips past my lips and is loud enough for Laila and Sterling to hear it.

“Camilla!” Sterling blurts out.
“Don’t worry about me, lovers. Please, continue,” I smirk, walking past them.
“Text you later, dear,” Laila yells to me through the door.
“Yep.” I waved her off, not wanting another eye full of that show.

I walk up the stairs and to my apartment. Unlocking the door, I throw my stuff on the floor, slip my boots off and collapse on my bed. 

Excitement fills my stomach as I realise that last night really did happen. It wasn’t a dream. He really did ask me to be his girlfriend, and I really did say yes.

I’m his and he is mine, I think to myself.