After Paradise: Book Two • jb

Chapter 10

Guess who's back?! Welcome to 2017 everybody... Here's to a year full of updates and... new surprises and secrets between Diana and Justin ;)

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"That was the last box," I mumbled as I carried in the last couple of moving boxes Diana had brought with her. Diana had complained that they were way too heavy for her weak arms, so whilst she was exploring the house a little bit more, I had gotten the job to carry all of her boxes inside. She wasn't exaggerating about the heaviness, though, at times I wondered if she had brought stones with her.

I was excited about her moving in, at the same time that I was frightened. The last time I lived together with a girl, it ended quite badly. Although, I have to remind myself that it was a few years ago and that we were a lot younger. 

Or I was.

It hit me that Diana is only nineteen. She's a year younger than me. From experience I know she's not the brightest girl out there, not the most humble and mature yet she's still the one I want to be with. I assume that's a positive thing, I have never felt this way about a woman before. Moving in with someone is one thing, moving in with someone you would do anything for is another. So my plans were to make everything go her way and it would cause us less stress and more love.

If I could keep up with her ideas, that is.

"Thank you for the help." She smiled and gave me a quick peck. 

I whined and disagreed with her short ways. After all the work I put down in carrying those thirty twenty-kilos boxes, I deserved more than just a quick kiss. 

I pinned her up against the wall, hearing a little squeak coming from her mouth as she was unprepared for my actions. Diana giggled as my lips connected with her jaw, giving her light kisses all over her body. Her laughter soon turned into small moans and the mood in the air changed immediately.

I pressed my body slightly tighter onto hers, feeling my jeans clench harder around my waist. Without hesitating, I grabbed her shirt and tried to get it off her chest but every time I took a firm grip of it to lift it up, she refused to help. 

"Diana," I groaned, "Stop."

She mumbled something back that I couldn't catch and I moved my hands from her shirt, realising it wasn't going to work anyway, down to her pants. My fingers tried to find her jeans zipper, pulling it down quickly. It wasn't until I was already trying to pull her pants down that I felt her hands on top of mine, trying to push them off of her.

"What's wrong?" I questioned, already knowing she wasn't going to give in today either. Still, I felt like asking, just in case I could talk her out of it. 

I think she noticed the annoyance in my voice because she looked down in shame, embarrassed over something I couldn't figure out. "I'm sorry." A slight mumble, red cheeks and her hands immediately correcting her jeans back after I had moved them around.

"What exactly are you sorry about?" I narrowed my eyes at her, the frustration of her not letting me have sex had grown to extreme levels the past few days. I was going absolutely insane some days, walking around whilst trying to figure out what's going on in her mind. "Diana, answer me!" 

"I'm pregnant!" She yelled.

It was like a blow to the face, I had to take a step back which ended up in me walking into the table corner behind of me. Stumbling slightly backwards, I took a grip of the chair next to me before I was able to sit down on it. Diana's face studied mine, probably waiting for my reaction other than the shock I was having.

I noticed she grabbed a chair and sat down in front of me, across the table, on the other side. I was still catching my breath and from the corner of my eye, I could see Diana open her mouth and then close it again. Almost as if she had anything more to tell me.