"He walked into my heart like he always belonged there, took down my walls and lit my soul on fire."
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"I have completely fallen for you. Everything you do, everything you say, everything you are. You're my first thought in the morning, you're my la...
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Jessica groaned as Steve shook her arm, waving him away as she continued to press her eyes closed tighter.
"God, no," She moved her face into the pillow, "Need sleep. Sleep good."
Steve chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist, "It's eight o'clock. You need to get ready for your day out."
Jessica sighed before she quickly moved to her back, looking up at Steve, who was on his side. His palm laid on her stomach, Jessica resting hers on his as she smiled lightly at him.
"Remind me why I have to leave bed? Weren't you telling me of this thing called online shopping?"
"Yes, but they need to gauge your style," Steve explained, giving her a smirk, "Girl stuff."
Jessica hummed, raising a brow, "Girl stuff? If I do remember right, you did take me to that lingerie store after we were married? Isn't that girl stuff?"
"That was a nice night," Steve's lips curled as a red hue danced across the tops of his ears. Jessica laughed, "We'll aren't you sweet."
Steve gave her a small smile, looking at her lips before he began leaning down. Jessica's eyes widened and she pressed her finger against his lips, stopping him.
The man gave her a look, tilting his head to the side, "What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry," She whispered, closing her eyes as she sighed, "I'm just... I'm not ready. Not until everything has been laid out on the table."
"Okay," He immediately whispered, taking her hand and kissing her palm, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to. We don't need to rush."
Jessica shook her head, scoffing at herself, "I remember that speech, but it was from me last time."
"After everything that's happened, I promise that you're okay. Whatever you're so upset about? We will get through it, I promise."
"You say that now," She cupped his jaw, running her thumb over his cheekbone, "But what happens when you hate me?"
Steve answered with a shake of the head, "No. Absolutely not. I couldn't hate you."
"You're sweet," Jessica ran her fingers through his hair with her other hand, leaning toward him and pressing her forehead against his.
She lightly kissed his cheek before moving to get out of bed, Steve resting his head in his hand as he watched her pull down his flannel that rested on her thighs. He smirked as she moved to the dresser, the woman raising a brow at him through the mirror above it.
"Staring isn't polite."
"Let's call it admiring," He tried, sitting up against the headboard.
She turned toward him and crawled back on the bed, sitting on his knees, "I say it's stalking."
