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Chapter 38

Hardin's POV:

Her hands freezes, one down my boxers, and the other on my back. "What?" She squawks, clearing her throat.

"You heard me. I won't be fucking you until you marry me." I've decided this before coming here so that she gets that I'm serious about her and her wants.

Giving her this proposal is really fucking hard to control my hormones. Especially when she is ready for me to fuck her right on the top of this counter. And her hand down under my boxer, take a grip of my cock.

"You're not serious, are you?" She asks, pushing her brows together.

"Not even close to joking. No bullshit." I say, directly looking at her eyes. No fucking place for lies here.

"But we aren't...we haven't even..." she gathers her hair into one hand. She seems to trying to process what I just said. Did she think that I'd quick to give up this, us, didn't she?

"Oh, you didn't think I would give up so easily, did you?" I lean in and touch my lips to her warm cheek. "Don't you know me at all?" I smile.

"But you did give up." She tells.
Give up? Fuck to that.

"No, I'm giving you space just like you forced me to do. I'm trusting your love for me to bring you back to center, eventually." I raise one brow and give a smirk.
"You are taking a long-ass time, though." I softly complain.

"But..." her mouth remains opens and waiting for me to say that I'm kidding? Or searching for any thing to said to herself, cause I made up my mind to not to change the decision I made.

"You're going to hurt yourself." I laugh and lift my hands to cup my her cheeks. I change the subject for her to give some time and think about it later. I'm not going to pressure her, suffocate her, to give me answer now.

"Will you sleep on the couch with me again? Or will that be too tempting for you?" I say and she rolls her eyes. I turn off the shove and the oven, where is the chicken breast was roasting.

She doesn't notice that, she's eager to sleep, cuddle with me as her Teddy Bear. What the hell was that? I'm comparing myself to that soft, chubby stuffed animal. Shaking my head forgetting my image as bear, I take her hand with me and goes into the living room.

"You should take off your pants." I suggest and she frowns. "As in, this pants feels itchy to sleep in. You know. I just want you to comfortable." I shrug.

"Yeah. Sure," she pulls her lips between her teeth hiding her amusement. She goes to the kitchen and comes with her and mine shirt in hand. Folding them she puts it in the hamper. Clean freak. Some things never changes.

I take off my pants and put on one of my sweats from my bag. As I sit down on the couch, she walks out from her room. Wearing a shorts. If she'd just turn around, I'd be admiring her round-full ass, surely the whole fucking night.

"Do you want to watch something?" Yes, yours naked body on top of mine. I want to say. So fucking badly.

But she points out at the television screen. I pull out from my pervert thoughts and nod, "You select." I say and grab her arm to sit beside me. She puts some baking, cupcakes related shit and I wrap one of my arm around her back.

After thirty minutes, she rest her head on my shoulder and yawns.
"Wanna sleep?" I ask and she nods, closing her eyes. She sit up as I switch off the television and put the remote on the coffee table.

I lie back, taking her arm to lie on top of me and her head on my bare chest. I hold back of her thighs and lift her up, to a cosy, comforting position. She yelps and I laugh. "Comfy?" She nods and closes her eyes.