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chapter 32

He gripped the back of my shirt and grunted. I looked up at him, and scrunched my eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing. I just..." He let me go, and stepped back.

"Just what?" I asked getting insecure.

"I just want you to know how much I really love you, Blake. I'm gunna take care of you." He said finally stepping closer because it felt like eons before grabbing the small of my back again. I nuzzled into his neck, and embraced the warmth of his skin. I immediately got goosebumps on my arms, just thinking about this. I looked in his eyes, and for the first time, I didn't feel uncomfortable, or shy, or insecure. I felt... free.

I layered my hand over the back of his neck and pulled him down, making contact with his lips. I trailed my hand through his hair, and tugged just a little to make him smile in the kiss. His right hand found the skin under my shirt. He was soft to the touch. And just like that, he slowly lifted up my shirt, and examined my body. He tossed my shirt on the floor and leaned down to kiss me again. I slid my hands under his shirt and felt every single ab on his stomach. I lifted his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. He began to push my back on the bed and lied me back. His kisses became more rough, and he trailed down to my neck and began to nibble on it. He lifted my leg with his hand and pulled it up so I could wrap it around his waist.

As we lied on the bed, I thought about everything I had been through with Jack. Even though it was a short amount of time, but with him you lose track of time. When I'm with him, I'm not worrying about my dad, or my mom, or even what I'm going to do tomorrow. It's a feeling I get in the center of my stomach. My hands shake, and palms start to glisten. My mind does back flips, and I stutter with every word I speak. I lose my balance, and I'm more clumsy than ever. He makes me smile without him even being in the same room as me. I don't know this feeling very well, but I think they call it love?