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The Day We Fell In Love

Song : Think I’m In love With You - Chris Stapleton

T he days after our trip to the falls unfolded like a series of small, perfect moments.

The quiet mornings spent sipping coffee and watching the world outside the window, the lazy afternoons spent exploring Idaho Falls with Jon, and the evenings that we ’ d either spend curled up on the couch together, or cooking dinner together with soft country music in the background letting the day fade away.

I spoke to my mother every other day and she eventually caught on to what was going on — I could never get anything past that woman, but she never judged which made this all so much easier.

There was a comforting rhythm to it all, something that felt grounded and steady.

But despite all the calm and simplicity, something lingered in the air between us, unspoken but ever-present.

We hadn’t talked about what this was—what we were.

Every time I tried to bring it up, Jon would smile that easy smile of his and change the subject.

And I couldn’t deny that part of me was afraid of the answer.

What if it was too soon? What if we were rushing into something without really knowing what it meant?

I tried not to let it bother me, to let things unfold naturally, but it was harder than I’d anticipated.

It felt like we were on the edge of something big, but neither of us dared to step over that line.

One evening, after we’d returned from another walk in the snow with Nacho, I found myself standing in the kitchen, my hands absently washing dishes as I thought about everything that had happened.

Jon was in the living room, scrolling through his phone, a comfortable silence hanging between us.

But it was the kind of silence that made my mind race, the kind where every thought seemed to echo louder in my head.

“Jon?” I called out, my voice hesitant.

He glanced up from his phone, his eyes soft but curious. “Yeah?”

“I—” I started, then paused. What did I want to say?

That I was starting to feel something more than just a passing attraction?

That I was worried about what it all meant.

Or was I just overthinking things again?

I set the dish down, wiping my hands on the towel before walking over to where Jon was sitting.

He looked up at me, waiting patiently, his expression open and inviting.

“I just... I want to talk,” I said, my voice softer now.

“About us. What this is. Where we’re headed.”

Jon put his phone down, giving me his full attention. His expression shifted, something flickering in his eyes—was it concern? Or maybe something else? I couldn’t tell, but it made my stomach flutter nervously.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like we’re avoiding this,” he said after a beat, his voice quiet and thoughtful.

“I just... I didn’t want to rush anything. And I didn’t want to make assumptions, you know?” I nodded slowly, appreciating his honesty.

“I get that. I just... I guess I’m trying to figure out if this is real. What we have. Because it feels like it’s something, but I’m just not sure what.”

Jon stood up and then, walked over to me. He reached for my hand, his fingers gently curling around mine.

“It’s real, trust me. I may not have all the answers, but what we’ve got, it’s real.”

I swallowed, the words I had been holding onto suddenly feeling a little too big for me to speak. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to admit how much I was starting to care for him. How much I was already feeling connected to him in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.

“I just don’t want to get hurt,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jon’s eyes softened, his thumb brushing over the back of my hand in a soothing motion.

“I know. And I promise, I’m not going anywhere. Whatever this is, we’re doing it together.”

I wanted to believe him. I needed to believe him. But there was always that nagging voice in the back of my mind, telling me that things couldn’t possibly be this easy. That it couldn’t be this simple.

“But what if...” I started, then stopped.

What if what? What if this wasn’t the fairy tale I wanted? What if the connection I was feeling wasn’t as real as I thought? What if he wasn’t as invested in this as I was? Jon leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead before pulling back, his eyes locked on mine.

“Look, I can’t promise I have everything figured out, but I know I want to see where this goes. And I want to do it with you. ”

The sincerity in his voice hit me like a wave, and for a moment, I forgot about all my doubts and fears. I just wanted to feel this. To feel us. To let go of the past and allow myself to embrace whatever future we were building together.

“I think I want that too,” I whispered, finally letting the words come out.

Jon’s smile spread across his face, and at that moment, I knew I wasn’t alone in this.

We were both figuring it out, but we were doing it together.

And that was enough—for now. Later that night, as we settled into bed, I found myself wrapped up in Jon’s arms once more, this man did something to me in the best and worst way possible.

The familiar warmth of his body next to mine felt like home, and this time, when the silence stretched between us, it wasn’t awkward or filled with uncertainty. It was comfortable. Safe.

“I’m glad we talked,” I said quietly, my hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

“Me too,” Jon replied, his voice low and steady.

“Sometimes, we just need to say the things we’re both thinking.” I nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his chest before settling in closer, my head on his pillow.

“Yeah, we do.”

As the night wrapped itself around us like a cozy, oversized blanket, I realized the hardest part of this whole thing wasn’t figuring out where we were going.

It was trusting that it was okay not to know.

Maybe the real leap wasn’t into love—it was into faith, faith that this wildly unexpected connection with Jon could be something real.

Something lasting. Tomorrow we’d figure out the rest. And the day after that.

But tonight? Tonight I was exactly where I wanted to be—tangled up in Jon’s arms, with the soft rise and fall of his chest under my cheek and the kind of peace I hadn’t felt in years stretching out before me.

For once, I didn’t need to know the ending.

I was happy just being in the middle of the story. And then, clear as day, he said it.

“I love you, Delilah.”

I shot up so fast, I nearly gave myself whiplash—and scared the ever-loving soul out of Nacho, who responded by barking like we’d just been attacked. I blinked down at Jon, heart racing, and he gave me this adorably panicked look.

“Too soon?” he asked, instantly sheepish.

“No, dumbass!” I said, laughing and smacking his chest .

“That’s what I was trying to tell you earlier!”

We both burst into laughter, the kind that comes from total relief and too many emotions bubbling over at once.

And then, without a second thought, I climbed on top of him, because if we were going to confess our feelings, we might as well celebrate properly.

His already hard cock made it easy for me to get on top …

I rode him like Seabiscuit in the final stretch at the Kentucky Derby.

The man was irresistible and I was a very weak woman…

When it was over—after the gasping, the laughter, and the kind of post-coital cuddling that deserved a soundtrack—we curled into each other, limbs tangled and hearts full, and drifted off into the kind of sleep you only get when you ’ ve just told someone you love them… and meant i t.