Chapter 10

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Jake's Pov

The woman cradled in my embrace appears fragile, bearing the weight of past wounds and struggling to trust. It's as if she carries a heavy burden of experiences, leaving her wary of opening up. Despite her smile, there's a subtle emptiness in her eyes, hinting at the depth of her inner turmoil. I find myself compelled to ease her pain, to demonstrate that not everyone brings harm. I'm curious about the thoughts racing through her mind, pondering if she's plagued by doubts about us, about herself. I long to unravel the tapestry of her dreams and history, to understand what shaped her into the person she is today. If only I could turn back time, to rewrite the chapters of her life. To shield her from the fear and anguish that haunt her.

Lizzie's laughter breaks through my thoughts, grounding me in the present moment. I gaze at her intently, taking in her essence. There's a longing within me to see her smile radiate more frequently. As she leans in to tenderly kiss my cheek, I gently lower her back to the ground. Her gaze meets mine, innocence shining brightly in her eyes. I brush my lips against her shoulder, a gesture of affection. With utmost sincerity, I inquire about her desires for the day, embracing the role of a gentleman in our interactions.

"I want to spend the entire day in bed," Lizzie murmurs, her finger tracing patterns on my bare chest, her proximity sending shivers down my spine. "Kissing you in all the right places." Her words hang in the air, charged with a sense of intimacy that makes my heart race.

Struggling to resist the temptation, I fight the urge to scoop her up and carry her back to the room, knowing that once we surrender to the allure of the bed, the day's plans will dissolve into blissful oblivion.

"I want you to fuck me up so badly that I can't walk in a week." Frustration knots in my stomach, evident in the ruffling of my hair and the tension building in my jaw. The battle between desire and restraint wages on, each moment pushing me closer to surrender. My cock twitches in my pants as if in command.

"Think, Jake, think," I admonish myself silently, struggling to maintain composure in the face of Lizzie's tantalizing proposition. "You're giving me all sorts of ideas about how to keep that mouth of yours occupied," I tease, a victorious smirk playing at the corners of my lips as I watch her cheeks flush a delicate shade of pink.

I nonchalantly stroll past her, settling onto the couch and grabbing the remote. With a casual flick, I power on the TV and navigate to Netflix. "Now that you're done blushing, shall we watch a movie?" I quip, my words accompanied by a playful gesture. As she blushes even deeper, I chuckle softly, feigning indifference as I randomly select a movie, feeling her presence beside me as she settles in.

With a smile, I rise from the couch and head to the kitchen, asking Lizzie about the snacks. Following her directions, I gather popcorn, beer, water, and crisps before returning to the living room. I find her sprawled on the couch under a blanket, looking adorable. My attention shifts to the TV. "Oh, come on, Lizzie. Harry Potter?" I am grinning.

Her laughter fills the room, a beautiful melody to my ears. "What?" I ask innocently, questioning her excellent movie choice. But my gaze is drawn back to her, mesmerized by her carefree laughter and beauty. "It's either that or Transformers," she adds, as I settle beside her. She playfully slaps my biceps, prompting a surprised reaction. "Jesus, woman! What are you?" I exclaim, teasingly bewildered by her playful nature.

Lizzie's response is another bout of laughter, filling the room with joy. Placing the snacks on the coffee table, I declare, "Okay, Transformers it is," my tone feigns indifference while my heart races with excitement at being close to her. It's as if I'm reliving my teenage years, crushing on the girl who seems out of reach.

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