Watching Jackson from her side of the bed, her hand rested in the palm of her hand. Some light only peeking through thin spaces of the curtains, so all she could see was his profile. A strong jawline, and a handsome nose, stray black hairs that were falling into his face. This is when she thought he was at his most handsome. Besides from when there was a bloom of red on his cheeks, and down to his chest panting for breath and begging...
She blinked the thought out of her head and continued to observe him. His fingers working on the buttons of his shirt, eyes focused in on his reflection in the mirror. They had been seeing each other for a while now, and the terms of their agreement was starting to get a little blurry. Going out to dinner outside of events, out in the light of day than the cover of night. Their eyes were always meeting even from across the room, and every time it happened she could felt a rush of warmth come over her. She found herself wondering if he had felt the same way at any point in time.
"Come with me to Paris." She blurted out loud, sitting up in her place on the bed and then paused "I have a house out there, and well...we could probably use a vacation."
These quiet, gentle mornings are becoming...familiar to him. Easy and natural, which speaking frankly, isn't something he thought he'd ever actually think to himself when it came to having someone. Messing around to prolong the inevitable of his father choosing a wife for him, that had been the life he's more or less accepted for himself.
But mornings with Antoinette? Waking up beside the sunshine of her hair, a soft kiss pressed to her cheek, her jaw, her neck and then shoulder before pulling away to get ready for work. It's such a small thing but it feels...warm and precious to him.
Jackson is finishing the buttons on his dress shirt, tucking it into his slacks when she speaks and it makes him still, eyes moving to find hers.
"You...want me to come to Paris with you? Truly?" It was true that Jackson barely used his vacation time and it had been piling up. Carlisle would no doubt force him away soon. "Darling I'd...love to. I'd say we could definitely use a vacation. I know I need a break from work."
He finishes with his shirt, fastening his pants before padding his way over, leaning down to meet her lips with a tilt of Ann's chin. "I'm happy you'd even invite me to your home there."
This...feels like something deeper than his mind knows yet. Perhaps he's allowed to have a good thing.