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“I’m looking forward to it. You have no idea.

” I smiled into his chest, feeling safe and cherished in a way I hadn’t realized I needed until now.

Tomorrow would be a new day, a day full of possibilities and new experiences.

And with Jon by my side, I couldn’t help but feel like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

As the evening stretched into night, I allowed myself to drift off to sleep, the steady rise and fall of Jon’s breath a comforting lullaby.

Nacho curled up between us like he’s used to being here for years.

Tomorrow, we’d explore more of Idaho Falls—together.

And something told me it would be the start of something amazing .

The morning came too quickly, though I didn’t mind.

The sun was just beginning to peek over the snow-covered landscape outside the window, casting a soft, golden glow that seemed to promise a fresh start.

Jon was already awake, his arm around me, but he didn’t move.

He just lay there, letting the quiet of the morning settle in around us.

“Good morning,” I murmured, stretching out slowly, trying to ignore the butterflies that had taken up residence in my stomach.

The warmth of the bed, the softness of the blankets, and the peacefulness of the house made it hard to believe that just yesterday I had been flying through thunderstorms and missed connections to get here.

Jon’s lips brushed the top of my head before he smiled.

“Morning,” he said, his voice husky with sleep.

“I was thinking I could grab some breakfast first, then head out to see the falls?”

“You could grab some breakfast?” Before I could speak the man’s mouth was deep in my pussy licking every inch of me, I let out a screech that I’m pretty sure everyone in the house heard, I almost immediately came in his mouth and grabbed him on top of me and said “Now fuck me like you mean it” I said with a chuckle and boy did the man deliver, that huge cock again, inside of me, making me moan, making love to me once again, orgasm after orgasm before 9 am.

I came so hard I think the walls shook, then he came and it was a glorious start to the morning.

He fell beside me and I put my head on his chest.

“That sounds perfect.” I smiled, pulling the blanket tighter around us, though part of me didn’t want to leave the comfort of his arms after an orgasm like that. But I also couldn’t wait to see more of this town—the town that was starting to feel like home, at least for now.

We got out of bed and took our shower together, which I think is our thing now, got dressed and made our way upstairs, where Jon immediately started brewing his coffee.

“I hope you like it strong,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at me as I wandered into the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“I can handle it,” I replied with a grin. “Strong’s my middle name.”

Jon chuckled and handed me a cup once the coffee was ready. The rich, dark liquid was just what I needed to wake up fully. I took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through me.

“This is perfect,” I said.

“I’ve missed good coffee. ”

“I aim to please,” Jon said, his voice warm and teasing. He grabbed a couple of breakfast burritos from the fridge, tossing them into the microwave.

“This is my go-to breakfast. Not fancy, but it gets the job done.”

“It’s exactly what I need.” I smiled, sitting at the kitchen island as he joined me, handing me one of the burritos.

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment as we sat there, casually chatting over breakfast. It wasn’t anything extraordinary, but in that moment, it felt like everything I needed.

Once we finished breakfast, Jon grabbed his coat, and we headed out to the car.

Nacho, who had already claimed the best spot on the rug in the living room, wasn’t too thrilled to be left behind, but Jon promised we’d take him on a walk later.

The drive to the falls was short but scenic, the snow-covered roads stretching out before us as we made our way toward the iconic spot.

I couldn’t wait to see it—Jon had talked about the frozen falls all morning, and I was more than a little intrigued.

When we arrived, I was in awe. The falls were just as Jon had described—frozen in places, with the water still flowing beneath the thick sheet of ice.

It looked like something out of a winter wonderland, with snow blanketing the area and icicles hanging from the rocks.

The air was crisp and cold, but the beauty of it all made me forget the chill.

Jon took my hand, leading me closer to the edge of the river.

“This is one of my favorite spots,” he said quietly, his voice almost reverent as he gazed out at the frozen falls.

“It’s always different. Every season, every storm, it looks new.” I smiled, squeezing his hand.

“It’s amazing. I can’t believe I’ve never been here before.” Jon turned to face me, his expression soft.

“I’m glad you’re here now.”

His words caught me off guard, and for a moment, all I could do was look into his eyes, trying to understand the depth of what he was saying. The way he was looking at me—it was like he was seeing me, truly seeing me, and that felt like something I hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“We should take a photo,” I said, breaking the spell between us. I fumbled for my phone in my coat pocket and handed it to Jon.

“Will you take a picture of me with the falls?”

Jon grinned and took my phone, snapping a few shots of me in front of the falls. His eyes never left me as he did. It was like everything about this moment was centered around us, and I loved it. The snow, the falls, the cold air—all of it felt perfect, and being here with Jon made it even more so.

“Perfect,” he said as he handed my phone back.

“You look beautiful.” I rolled my eyes playfully.

“You’re going to say that every time, aren’t you?” Jon chuckled and shrugged.

“I say it because it’s true. You are beautiful.”

I couldn’t stop the blush from creeping up my neck, but I smiled, feeling lighter than I had in a long time. Maybe this was what I’d been searching for—a feeling of connection, of being seen and appreciated in a way I hadn’t thought possible.

We spent the next hour walking around the falls, taking in the peaceful beauty of the area. The snow crunched under our boots, and every now and then, we’d pause to admire a particularly beautiful view.

“Would you miss living in places like this?” I asked as we walked, the conversation drifting to more personal topics as it often did when we were together. Jon looked thoughtful for a moment.

“I would, sometimes. But I’ve learned to appreciate the quieter places. The ones that aren’t as crowded, where you can just breathe.”

“Yeah, I get that,” I said, glancing around at the peaceful surroundings.

“It’s a nice change from the chaos of city life.”

We made our way back to the car after a while, the cold air finally starting to get to us.

As we drove back to Jon’s house, I found myself looking out the window, reflecting on everything that had happened since I’d arrived.

It had been less than twenty-four hours, but it felt like I’d known Jon for much longer.

He had no idea what was coming. While Jon was busy flapping his beautiful, bearded mouth about—God knows what, something endearing and probably woodsy—I was quietly plotting my next move.

See, while he thought he was impressing me with his smoked fish and sexy forearms, I was busy DoorDashing a grocery list straight to his Idaho doorstep.

I had a plan. A delicious, strategic, Southern-boy-seducing plan.

My secret weapon? Cooking. And not just any cooking—Caribbean-girl-meets-Southern-boy magic.

I was about to drop the culinary mic on this house.

I ordered everything I needed for my coconut steamed salmon and, as an appetizer, the holy grail: fried okra.

If there’s one thing I know, it’s this—Southern men cannot resist fried okra.

It’s like a culinary kryptonite. So when the doorbell rang and I blurted out “That’s for me,” Jon looked at me like I’d just revealed I moonlight as a ninja.

I followed it up with, “I’m cooking dinner,” and fully expected some kind of protest about how he’s the house chef or whatever.

But nope. He just grabbed the bags and asked, “What do you need?” I swear, I almost kissed him on the spot.

Instead, I rattled off my list like I was preparing for battle: blender, cutting board, mason jar with a lid, can opener, and two medium-sized pans.

His face went full' you want me to find what now ?

'but I just smiled sweetly and said, “Sit and watch a pro.” He laughed, and I got to work.

First up, green seasoning—the Caribbean holy grail.

Cilantro, garlic, onion, green onion, and celery blended with water until it looked like a swamp smoothie of the gods.

I poured some over fresh salmon steaks in a Ziplock bag and stashed them in the fridge, then poured the rest into the mason jar like I was bottling a potion.

Jon, being the curious farm boy he is, grabbed the jar and took a straight sip.

Like…a sip. No warning, no spoon, just vibes.

He lit up like I’d just handed him liquid gold.

“Oh my God, this is amazing! What do you use this for?”

“Marinating meat and seafood,” I said, trying to sound casual and not like I was melting from his enthusiasm.

From that moment on, he was glued to my side like I was the Food Network and he’d lost the remote.

I moved on to the okra—chopped it fresh, seasoned the batter like my grandmother taught me, heated the oil, and started frying like my life depended on it.

The second the first batch hit the paper towels, this man reached over, snatched them like a raccoon in a trash bin, and shoved them into his mouth. His eyes went wide.

“You cook like Grandma!” Why, yes, Jonathan, I do. I am somebody’s future grandma, after all.

He kept eating. And eating. At one point I had to swat his hand like, “Are you planning on leaving any for the rest of us?”

“Nope,” he said, mouth full.

“Not this fried okra.” Sold. Hook, line, and fried goodness.

He helped me plate the salmon—perfectly tender, infused with coconut, green seasoning, and the kind of love you don’t find in store-bought spice rubs.

Tonight’s dinner was just a cozy little foursome: Blake, Patricia, Jon, and I.

Lauren and Tory were off doing…whatever mysterious forest couple things they do when they’re not giving me weird vibes .

I found out Tory owns a landscaping business, and Lauren helps him, which somehow tracks.

But the real star of the evening? My food.

Everyone ate like I’d cast a spell. And Jon—my sweet, stunned Jon—looked at me during and after dinner like he was witnessing a miracle.

Honestly? I think I just cooked my way right into this man’s heart. One okra at a time.

Later that evening, as the sun began to set and the sky turned a deep shade of purple, Jon and I settled back in,both of us exhausted from the day’s activities.

“Tomorrow, we’ll take Nacho for a walk in the park,” Jon said, flopping down on the couch beside me.

“I think he’s getting cabin fever.”

“Sounds good,” I said, leaning against him, content.

“I’m glad I came here, Jon. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but it’s... it’s been perfect.” Jon’s hand found mine, and he squeezed it gently.

“I’m glad you’re here. Really. It feels right.”

I turned my head to look at him, my heart skipping a beat at how sincere his words were. It wasn’t just the town or the falls that felt perfect—it was this. Us. Here. Together.

“I’m glad too,” I whispered, squeezing his hand back.

And as the night settled in, we sat there, side by side, the warmth of the house wrapping around us, the world outside fading away.

It wasn’t just about the beauty of Idaho Falls or the snow or the food I cooked—it was about the way everything felt in that moment, with Jon.

Maybe, just maybe, I was starting to understand that this feeling of home didn ’ t have to be tied to a specific place.

It could be with the right person. And in that moment, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.