Peter's fingers run down the length of my bare side underneath the covers.
"I'm never going to get enough of you." I whisper to him.
"Marry me then."
I pause...Should I? I'd be insane if I didn't, but it'd feel fast if I did...
"Take it slow." I respond.
"And THIS was slow?" He chuckles into my neck.
"Hey! We don't have to have sex-"
"No, no...Its good, it's okay." He counter quickly.
"That's what I thought."
He nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck and kiss my skin lightly.
"Move in with me." He demands softly.
"Yes, That I will do."
"THANK GOD!"
I laugh and feel his body come closer to mine.
I open my eyes and look into his relaxed expression. The way his hair laid was crazy and how his smile was still glued to his face.
"Go out with me."
"Definitely, Peter."
His hand searches for mine and draws up my thigh. I suck in a breath and feel my heart throb for him.
He entwined our fingers and I cherish his touch.
"Love me."
"Always Pete."
"Then Never leave me, just stay."
"As long as your here to stop me."
"Always Selena."
"Then yes."
"Yes?"
His eyebrows scrunch in confusion. It's confusing when I told him that I wouldn't marry him. However, if he ground me, make me feel loved, bring me back to him, love him, and go out with him, Then I think I have to marry the man...it feels fast, but it feels...right.
"I want to be Mrs. Codat, Pete," His eyes crack open in shock and realization," I want your kids, I want this house, this amazing life, and I want the wedding. I want you and I want you for he rest of my life Pete."
It all starts here, my happily ever after, I'm finally going to get everything I couldn't dream of.
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Deep Regression
RomanceDepression has become the Ultimate death sentence since 2007. Many have jumped off buildings, and slit their wrists. Finally the government has decided to take action, putting the ill away. Its 2015, and so much has changed. Bill of rights intact...
