Storms and Dreams (Becoming Jane Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

his chin into the crook of my neck. “Goodnight, sweet Jane,” he said.
    “It’s morning,” I said dazedly, watching the dance of sunlight that filtered softly through the bed curtains.
    “Then good morning, sweet Jane.”
    “Good morning, Thomas.”
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    I t was my turn to cry. I lay there, in his arms, his skin warm against mine, the steady, even rhythm of his breathing telling me he was in a deep and peaceful sleep. He’d moved in his sleep, twisting me with him, limbs tangled in the bedcovers. We lay face to face now, and I drank him in, admiring the fine lines of cheekbones, the sweet curve of his lips, the dark fringe of his lashes against his cheek. He was so beautiful my heart ached, and tears pooled at the corners of my eyes. I lifted a hand slowly, wiping my face dry. This was bliss, this moment, this man. This glorious, soulful man, who’d shared his heart with me, his pain. My chest constricted and my throat felt tight. I wanted to dance and weep both at the same time. I’d lain there for hours it seemed, although from the dim morning light it was still early dawn. I couldn’t sleep. My mind was buzzing, trying to unpack these feelings, trying to make sense of the chaos of contradictory emotions that were swimming through my mind. And then it hit me, a sucker punch to the gut. My heart caught on before my head did, and I heard the words hammering faintly at the edge of awareness.
    No no no, don’t you dare, my head said. Don’t say it.
    But we felt it before, the first time we made love, my heart argued. Why are you surprised?
    That’s different, my head hissed. That was in the middle of sex, that was hormones and candlelight. It passed.
    No it didn’t.
    Yes it did, my head insisted. Of course it did!
    Then how do you explain this? asked my heart. This is heaven, this is joy, this is everything…This is…
    “Don’t say it!” I said out loud, clamping a hand over my mouth when Thomas stirred against me. He rolled over, releasing me from his grasp and I felt his absence acutely, as if I’d just lost a limb.
    See, said my heart. This is love.
    “Fuck,” I whispered, staring at Thomas’s back as it rose and fell softly with each breath. “I love you.”
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    T he house was chilly , the tiles in the hallway absolutely frigid. For a moment I considered sneaking back into the bedroom for a pair of slippers. But I didn’t want to wake Thomas. I’d wrapped the robe around me when I left, but when I came upon his discarded dress shirt in the dining room, I’d traded one for the other, slipping my arms into the fine cotton and cocooning myself in his scent. I walked to the living room, turned the fireplace on for warmth and then found my phone. I texted Sasha.
    U up?
    When she didn’t answer right away, I walked to the kitchen in search of coffee, and was just pushing the brew button when my phone buzzed.
    Yes. Why?
    Oh sorry, I texted. Did I wake u?
    Three little dots flickered across my screen for a moment and then stopped. My phone rang, it was Sasha.
    “Hey, you didn’t have to call me,” I said.
    “Yes I did,” she answered. “What’s wrong?”
    “Ugh.” I sighed and leaned against the marble countertop. “I’m kind of freaking out a little bit.”
    “What do you mean? Did something happen?”
    “Yes, no…yes.”
    “Did you two shag yet? Was it bad?”
    “Yes, no. I mean, shit, I can’t even fucking talk I’m so freaked out.”
    “Well take a breath and sort it out because I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
    “We,” I stammered into the phone. “We had sex, and it was amazing, and something, something happened and it changed and it wasn’t just sex, it was like, I felt this deep crazy connection to him.”
    “That’s lovely. Does he feel the same?”
    “I think he does, because we kind of talked about it without really talking about it.”
    “How does one do that?”
    “We sort of danced around it. Kind of just agreed to not discuss it, to put it