Maybe she should’ve said something to his sweet comment. It’s not like
a guy never said she was beautiful before.
But it was the first time she believed it. How did one respond to that?
A simple thank you didn’t seem enough. Not to mention awkward. Did she say he
was handsome back? He was, but that also felt awkward.
“Gabriella, can I get up?”
“You don’t like where you are?” she asked with a teasing grin. But the
panic was setting in. He wanted to pull away from her already. She should’ve
responded to his comment.
He kissed her again. “I want to toss this condom away, grab us
some beers, and have round two—slower this time. I want to love your body as
slowly as I possibly can, savor every single minute. Because I like exactly
where I am.”
This, at times, arrogant, thoughtless man, who could work her until her
feet wanted to fall off, could also be the sweetest, kindest man she had ever
met. Every time he said such wonderful words, it broke a part of the
impenetrable wall she had built a long time ago to keep from getting hurt.
Because keeping people outside of the wall was always easier than
letting them in.
This wonderful man was creeping his way inside her walls.
She bit her lip as a smile appeared. “I like exactly where you
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