AJ's Salvation by Sam Destiny

This was like a dream coming true, and who in the hell was able to ever forget that? She knew, though, that as much as she was obviously still feeling for him, this couldn’t be more until he stopped making cryptic remarks and started spilling the truth. She shouldn’t believe one word of it always having been her for him, but no matter how often she said that to herself, her foolish heart instantly had taken the words in as universal truth. And how could it not with the way his green eyes had begged her to trust him?
    “Ugh, Jamison Loane, you will be the death of me,” she mumbled before deciding there was no reason two consenting adults needed to be lonely.
    She grabbed his glass of wine and found him in front of her personal gallery. He actually reached out to touch a picture of her, one Alessandro had insisted on, and it made her heart crack just a little. Eventually, he moved over to the sofa, looking almost unreal in the soft candlelight. 
    “You’re such a damn handsome man,” she commented, walking over to him. She placed the glasses on the coffee table, wanting to sit down next to him, but he pulled her on his lap, cuddling her close.
    “Tell me about your café,” Jam pleaded quietly, his breath washing over her neck in a way that made her want to purr.
    “It’s just a café. Small reading corners, a couple of tables, couches, armchairs … everything people didn’t want anymore found a home in my little shop.” She smiled, thinking fondly of the green monster that stood in the back where not everyone could see it right away. A girl from town, Summer, had turned it into her little corner of heaven and had actually started the decorating in the shop. Every now and then, she’d bring in new quotes and tape them to the wall, naming the book and the author in case one of these quotes caught another patron’s attention. Others had followed the example and now it was just something people mentioned when talking about her shop. “Besides Alessandro, it’s my life. You should come and see it, Jam,” she whispered, turning enough so she could look at him.
    “Your eyes are shining when you talk about it. What’s it called?” He almost made it impossible for her to think. His fingertips had started out circling the spot behind her ear before caressing her neck. Now, they were dipping below her neckline, giving her goosebumps.
    “A’s Salvation.” Jam’s finger stopped, and she met his gaze. It was obvious that he knew and understood what the ‘A’ meant.
    “No one knows what it stands for, do they?” he eventually asked and resumed his caressing. Aly moved so she could place her legs over his, resting her head against his shoulder while she snuck her hand around his hip, ever so slightly lifting his shirt so she could feel his skin under hers. She felt him stiffen, but since he didn’t comment on it or stop her, she just kept going. 
    “They always assume it stands for Alessia, and I never bother to correct them. Why should I? No one needs to know it’s your son’s name in there. That little side shop allows me to keep him here and happy. It made it possible for me to buy this house, even though it was a steal. Sometimes, it feels as if Alessandro is the grandchild Dorly never got,” she explained, not letting her hand wander off his abs and chest. Both were firm, just as she had guessed they’d be. Out of impulse, she kissed his cheek and then nuzzled his neck for a few seconds. This was nice, and she had no trouble seeing herself and in a position like this with him more often.
    “Jam?” she eventually whispered and then moved again so she was sitting right in front of him.
    “Aly?” His voice was nothing more than a rough whisper while he looked at her expectantly. She framed his face, taking every little thing in. There were the dimples she knew so well, no matter if they were hidden underneath a day-old scruff. There was a tiny scar right next to his upper lip, and she could still