Jane Eyre Journal Entry

It was three o’clock in the morning and Jane knew she should be asleep, but she just couldn’t. Everytime she tried to get sleep, it was like she had this itch to get up and clean. Just imagining the state of her wardrobe made her restless. This is how she found herself clearing through her desk, just a couple hours before she had to get up.
Jane was usually an organised person, she wasn’t the cleanest person in the world, nor did absolutely everything have an exact place, but she prided herself on her organisational skills. However, she had a secret and that secret was the second draw on the right of her desk.
It was where she put things, she was sure she’d find a place for eventually. Or at least that’s what Jane thought. Her mother called

Hovering above her, he searched her face, trying to make sure this is exactly what she wanted. And it was. There was no doubt in her mind, she wanted this. No, she needed this.
Her hands moved around his neck, up into his hair, and she placed an opened mouthed kiss into the crook of his neck.
Gently he slipped inside her, for a second it felt strange, before feeling like this was exactly where she was meant to be. As he started to move, the pressure built within her, coiling in her stomach. Pushing her higher with every thrust.
Finally, pleasure washed over her body. ‘Mike,’ she groaned, as she arched her back in pleasure. Her body pressing up against his.
As she came back down, she could feel Mike tense, as he reached his peak. ‘Janet,’
Rolling off her, he quickly took care of himself before wrapping her in his arms. She could hear his heartbeat against her ear. The rapid thud, gently slowing.
For a sound she had never heard before, she couldn’t believe it was one she’d never get to hear again. It was a sound that felt like it belonged to her, she wanted to hear it for the rest of her life. A lone tear slid down her face, as she buried her face into his chest. She never wanted this too