Jerome x Reader
Sorry, it’s short
Slowly and reluctantly, you uncover your face. You blink, close your eyes, and blink again. Streaks of sunlight penetrate the window and blind you. You feel a strong arm grasped around your waist. You turn your head and there lies Jerome still fast asleep. You wiggle out of his embrace, and sat up, dragging your feet off the bed, and rubbed your knuckles onto your eyes. You stretched your arms above your head and yawn. You watch your legs dangle above the off-white polyester carpet. You got up and walked towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.
After brushing your teeth, you were looking at your reflection, you mumbled thinking you were saying it in your head,“Why can’t I be beautiful? What does Jerome see in me? Why does he think I’m pretty? He can do better than me. He can have anyone, well anyone that’s not afraid of him.”
What you didn’t know was Jerome was about to open the door when he heard you. He was appalled that you would think that. He stormed in, went up to you, and turned you so you were facing him.
“You are the most gorgeous person I have ever laid eyes on. Don’t ever think that your not good enough for me because babe I’m the one that’s not good enough. You are the brightest star in my sky. You’re my angel. When I’m with you, hours feel like seconds. When we’re apart, days feel like years. I wasn’t planning on loving you, but I’m glad I did. So please don’t ever think otherwise. I love you y/n.”
You weren’t going to deny it but this made you a bit teary eyed. You grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. “I love you too Jerome, but I can’t say that I won’t think those things again.”
“Then every time you do, I’ll be there to tell you otherwise.”