HALLO EVERYONE!
Sorry sorry sorry, I have so much homework right now, but I thought I'd post what little I've written since the last chapter as a sort of "Teaser". More will come hopefully by the end of this week!
TEASER:
“But I’m almost eighteen, Henry! In a few months come September…”
“I know” he says quietly, stealing another kiss despite just basically telling me we can’t have a relationship, “I know, I know…but the age difference. People will talk—“ he kisses me again, but harder. “—and you’ll get a tough time. Your father will hate me, which is worse now that he’s just gotten on good, talking terms with me, and I hear that couples with an age difference often separate because it’s too much to handle. I don’t want us to separate”
He presses his delicious lips to the side of my neck, where he can feel my resounding pulse. How can I think with him doing this to my poor body? I say, “Henry. You’re not giving this a chance. You’re condemning our relationship even though we haven’t even officially had one! And Dad will understand, and I don’t give a damn about what everyone else says and having arguments and having fights will only make us stronger. You know why? Because I’m stubborn and I won’t let us separate”
“I doubt myself” Henry says simply, looking ashamed, "I've neverh ad a serious relationship before. I'm afraid I'll screw up"
“Do you doubt me?” I give him an intense stare, which is maxmised by the fact that the distance between our eyes in only a few centimetres.
“Never” he responds passionately, his voice deep and powerful. But his eyes are troubled.
“Well then” I say, untangling myself from his gorgeous, hunky, muscled arms that I really love, “Until you gain the confidence to trust in the both of us, then I’ll just keep a distance. Meaning, I’m off to my room—“
“—Shit, I’ve made you upset” He grabs my arm, looking absolutely mad at himself, and lost. “Violet, I love you. I—“
“—You’re a bit confused. I’m not mad, Uncle Henry. I’m actually quite happy right now. I’m just giving you some space” I assure him, feeling quite mature and adult-like. I’m so proud of myself right now. Because my hormones right now are screaming for me to leap back into his arms...but if I do that now than everything I’ve just said would go to waste. I turn my back and run upstairs, taking two to three steps at a time.
