Go find a man whose strong and tall and Christian***
I woke up to a bright light in my face, and dived back into the pillows. I groaned, remembering the events of last night. "Good morning, sunshine." Jeremy said, laying next to me. I grinned at him. He looked absolutely perfect. He had one arm up above his head, broadcasting his sculptured figure. His messy hair was sticking up in every direction, and his bright eyes were searching mine. "Morning." I grumpily said back. Jeremy lightly pushed my hair out of my face. "Don't be so grumpy." He pouted. I chuckled lightly and rolled my eyes. "You're beautiful." Jeremy whined. Slowly I dozed off into sleep.
I groaned, waking up for a second time. The smell of pancakes wafted through the air. I gingerly got off of the bed, and walked into Jeremys tidy kitchen. "Darling! Honey Bunches! You're awake!" Jeremy said cheery. "Hey lover." I said to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I felt his sculpted body underneath the black shirt he wore. "Honey bunches, marry me." Jeremy said, barely whispering. "Hmmm?" Was all I could make out. "We've barely been together a week." I thought. "We could make it work, baby. I have a full-time job, and you can finish school." He said turning to face me. I let my jaw hang. "Can I think about it." I said lightly, I didn't want to offend him. "Yes, of course." He smiled at me. I sat down at the table when my phone buzzed.
Teagan-"Where the hell are you! Get home now, or stay gone, I don't fucking care."
I stared at the phone in shock. "Hey, baby, what's wrong." Jeremy said, crouching down at me. I showed him the text. He grabbed it and responded for me.
Emory-"I'm moving in with Jeremy, keep your shit."
'Well there goes me getting to decide' I thought. "Problem solved." Jeremy said, going back to cooking our breakfast. "Lover, my aunt blocked me." I stared, looking down at my phone. "It'll be okay, I promise."
We ate breakfast with little conversation, my mind wrecked with worry. "I need to go pick up some clothes." I said, completely off topic. "I'll come help, I have a car so we won't have to drive the Harley." Jeremy said to, lacking compassion.
At noon, Jeremy drove me to Teagans, where luckily, she wasn't home. I got out of the vehicle and started up the steps, sticking my key in. Jeremy walked with me to my room, and started grabbing my things. "Baby! Look how cute you were!" Jeremy crowed. I blushed lightly, turning away from him.
Jeremy came up behind me, and turned me to face him. We started feverishly making out. Jeremy was pushing me onto my bed, and had his hand up my shirt, when we heard a car door slam.
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Lover, Come Over
Romance16 year old Emory Watts has never had a Valentine, and it's not because of the lack of suitors. She doesn't understand the ins and outs of a toxic relationship. Does she let go? Or hang on? Is it really for better or worse?