FreeNovelEvery word he said was like electricity, coursing from my ears straight to the very tip of my heart.
I let out a long sigh of relief, finally understanding the root of his mood swing at lunch.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGregory noticed my sigh, a mix of relief and confusion dancing in his eyes. "Why the heavy sigh?" "Really? You have to ask?" I pinched his waist, a playful grunt escaping me. "You were there, sipping on your soup, and suddenly, the atmosphere around you just shifted. Scaredhalf to death." Gregory paused for a moment, his voice dropping to a whisper, "Why didn't you askabout it then?" "I was scared," I admitted, fidgeting with my hands. Under the weight of his love, I felt myself piecing back together, no longer worried about appearances or awkwardness, but simply looking up at him. "I guess I've gone so long without truly having anything that I get scared of losing it before it's even mine." No sooner had the words left my mouth than his hand found its way to my head, ruffling my hair affectionately. He leaned down, his eyes, bright and undeniable, locked onto mine with a mix of exasperation and fondness. "Take it slow, Jane. I'm only thirty. Even if I don't live to be a hundred, I've still got a good four or five decades in me." "I have all that tto make up for what I missed in my first twenty-something years." "And plenty of tto make you believe that you've truly got me." "Me, Gregory, heart and soul, and every part of me, all belong to you." His words, meant to be tender and moving, somehow carried an extra layer of flirtation coming from him.
He drew closer, his breath enveloping me, igniting a warmth that spread across my cheeks, ears, and neck.
If we kept locking eyes, my racing heart was sure to giveaway.
Blushing and embarrassed, I wriggled out of his grip on my waist. "Who said I wanted your body, you rogue!" "And how am I a rogue?" he teased, his laughter pushingback until I had no more room to retreat. Then, in a swift motion, he scoopedup by the thighs and placedgently on the entryway cabinet.
Stepping forward, he parted my legs with his, looking down at me. "Jane, letshow you what being a rogue really means." Before I could protest, his lips claimed mine with an assertive passion.
I jolted in surprise, pushing him away. "What are you doing? Zoe might..." "Zoe's already left."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis voice was raspy, as if grinded down by sandpaper, and with that) his fervent kiss descended once more.
As the twilight settled around us, leaving only the dim light of the om entryway to illuminate Our space, felt a sense of fullness, of being cherished uniquely by the man before me. In that drowsy, half-aware moment, I realmething profound: in I.net.
everyone's life, there's a life, there's a there's chance to be favored, cherished. Surely, there must be someone destined to cinto my life, just for me.
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