Unspeakable Acts (bwwm)

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| Alyssa Mitchell |

I stare at him for what seems like the longest time.

"SAY YES BITCH!" Jasmine yells from the front porch. I turn back to jax and I smile widely nodding my head, "yes!!"

He grabs my waist and kisses my lips, it's like fireworks exploded as he pressed his lips against mine. I let it linger before pulling away. This kiss, very different than the one we had when I was head over heels drunk.

He smiles looking down at me, his hands still holding onto my waist; "I knew from the first day I seen you, that I wanted you."

My face burns hot as I listen to his words. I don't believe him. That never happens to me. Either way, I can not believe I have a boyfriend.

I wrap my arms around his neck hugging him tightly, the three words want to spill out of my mouth so bad, but they'd mean something different now that we are dating. And it may be way to early for that.

He kisses my lips again and then opens the trunk, "let's get this stuff upstairs."

I reach for the boxes of shoes but he swats my hand away, "excuse you, don't carry that heavy stuff. Hold these."

He grabs the bouquet of money, making me laugh. I grab the other bouquets of flowers while he stacks the shoes up. I look up at him, "jaxon this has to be over thousands of dollars."

He shrugs, somehow managing to open the door for me. I step inside leading him up to my room, "gift giving is one of my many love languages."

I nod, "I figured."

He stacks them up neatly in my closet and we head back down to get the rest of the stuff, "I know you've been wanting to meet my family, do you know when baby?"

Baby

That feels so weird but so fucking good.

"Mmm...I'm not sure. I'm pretty nervous now. You won't be introducing me as your friend anymore."

He grabs the electronics and the bags of clothing, while I grab the designer bags. I've always wanted a Louis Vuitton bag, they're so gorgeous.

He chuckles, "they're dying to meet you. How about they come to thanksgiving with us?"

My eyes widen, "yes!! That's a good idea! It's coming up too by the way."

Thanksgiving is in three weeks, and I'm so very excited! I can't even act like I'm not excited, I'm fucking excited. I have a boyfriend, and I know he'll treat me right because even as friends he treated me right. He always complimented me, and just loved me for the way I am. In his eyes I'm perfect.

I sit down on my bed and I look at him, standing in my closet organizing my new shoes and clothes, "baby we need to get you some more shoe organizers."

I laugh lightly nodding, "target has some on sale."

He goes silent for a few moments before walking over to me holding the little gift box he had in his hand when I opened the door. He gets on one knee and I laugh shoving his shoulders.

What the fuck

"It's a promise ring, and matching necklace." He smiles opening the box. He grabs my hand and slides the ring on my finger. It fits perfectly.

He then stands up and puts the necklace around my neck, kissing my lips after. I smile up at him, still shocked that he's actually my boyfriend.

"I told you, I knew from the first day I seen you that you were going to be mine. Think of it as...putting you on lay away." He chuckles making me laugh with him.