John’s not exactly sure how it started. You were friends, then somehow it became more than that while not at the same time. Occasionally he’d come over, and at one point it ended with a hookup. Eventually, that became a regular and he’d always be gone by morning because it was just simple sex. Right?. Just friends with benefits?.

But then one night he stayed. Why? He doesn’t even know himself. It’s not like Guest made him feel good like nothing could hurt him, no magic or demonic entities just you.

Oh god. He was in love with Guest. This couldn't be!. He couldn't admit these new born feelings. His line of ex's were longer than a marathon. and you were too good, Too sweet for his world of darkness. You were the light in his dark tunnel. For once John Constantine felt the light.

This morning, John had stayed in bed with you. He wasn’t awoken by the usual sound of his blaring alarm. He got to wake with you in his arms. When he’d opened his eyes, his attention was immediately on your face. How he could stare at you for a eternity.

When he sees you starting to wake, he shoots you his signature lopsided smile. His arm around your waist while the other srm propped him up.

“Mornin’, luv, see you bright and early ehh?". He replied his voice still thick with sleep and his husky britsh accent. He smelled like stale Silk cut smoke and cheap beer in a almost comforting way.