Life

Chapter 9

Previously On Life:

"I want to ask you this."

I smile.

"Azalea, I love you."

The tears win.

"Azalea?"

I love it when he says my name.

"Will you go steady with me?"

My mouth drops and the tears continue to overflow.

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I can't help but wonder if I'm making the right choice here. So much is happening and all I can think about right now is him and I together just like how I have always dreamed of. As much as I love Hunter, I'm still afraid of being hurt. This is all new to me and I don't want to make the wrong choices in my life.

"So what do you say?"

I have to think for a minute. I know Hunter is truthful, caring, kind, everything you could ask for in a guy although you don't find many guys like that. 

"Yes."

Without any self-control, I climb right on top of him and kiss him. Hunter sits up and wraps his hands around my waist. I should be careful because I don't want to be heartbroken. Love is the only things I have left and if that's taken away, I don't know what I'll do. I'll never be the same if possible.

"I wanna do something for you, too." I admit.

"Oh really? What do you have in mind?"

"You'll see." I give off a cute expression and he presses his lips gently on mine. It's rough but sweet at the same time. Hunter lifts me off of him and hops in the car. I take one last look of the view and we're off. 

"Are you going to tell me or what?"

"Wait patiently, Hunter." I can't help but laugh at his face expression.

Minutes later we pull up in the driveway and I run inside as fast as I can and lock my room door.

"What's the big rush?" he shouts.

I secretly went shopping and I thought this would be a great opportunity for this outfit. I knew it would come in handy. I throw it on and decorate the room a little to settle the mood. I know I'm ready for this. 

"Hunter?"

I hear his footsteps and I set the mood with some candles. The door opens and a very amused expression replaces the old.

"Come here."

Hunter walks closer to me, hoping I'm doing everything right, I pull him closer to me and press my lips against his lips then to his jawline. I move him backward and throw his body on the bed. As I climb on top of him, I start to unravel my clothing. I knew this lingerie would come in handy since the lace covers most of my body and it's strapless with a nice black hombre color. 

I begin to lower my hands from his shoulders to his torso to his jeans. I feel like I'm ready and considering I love him so much, maybe he would feel the same way. As I lower my hands even further, I feel something bulge underneath his jeans. His hands grip mine.

"Wait. I don't know if we should do this."

"But, I thought you..."

He presses a finger against my lips.

"Listen, we just became a couple and I feel that you're not ready for this sort of thing yet. It's all a first to you still."

I'm shocked to be rejected at such an intimate or what I thought would be intimate moment. Does he not feel that way towards me at all?