Looks Can Be Deceiving

C H A P T E R 9

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I placed my head on his chest and for a second
I thought I lost my mind.
Because I realized, in the moment, his
heartbeat matched mine.
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Although I have no idea when I fell asleep or even how I fell asleep, I knew I didn't fall asleep with a 800 pound body covering mine. Whether it's all muscles, or not, nobody should be this heavy.

I've tried everything I could to pry the body off top of mine. Included - which was dumb - tickling the sides of his rock hard stomach. Nothing, and I mean nothing, worked. He was as heavy as a cow, probably heavier.

"Fatty," I mumbled, while giving his defined shoulders another useless shove. Nothing.

He grumbled something incoherent, all the while tightening his arms around my waist, and snuggling up against my breast. His thick, curly, chocolate brown hair was the only thing I could see.

I thought I felt him moved so I pushed at him again, and again. He groaned, "If you don't stop fucking moving," he growled, sleepily. Which was, if I had to admit, sexy. "You're like a little child. Keep still."

"Why must you lay on me?" I asked, placing my hands flatly on the bed.

He squeezed me, almost as if warning me to shut up or something. Slowly he removed his head from my breast and stared up into my eyes. His were a little dazed but he focused in on me with all seriousness.

"I like your body under mine," He blatantly threw out. I looked away. I couldn't tell if that was a innuendo or not, I wasn't going to ask either.

The position we were in was one of people who made love, or in other word - Fucked, but we don't and will never, do such things. Although if someone was to walk in and see him positioned between my legs, face mere inches away from mine, and him half naked, I think anyone would jump to the conclusion of sex.

Looks may be deceiving, but if you seen us and didn't jump to that conclusion.  Someone hit you upside the head with the naive stick a couple of times. Even though we aren't doing anything.

I don't care. It's my opinion.

"Don't think your special," He says, bringing me back into reality. I looked back over at him in pure confusion. "you are not, and will never be, the only girl. When we are to marry, I will do and fuck whoever I please.

I scoffed, "Go fuck a horse if you will, Sir." Why  should I care what he do? I don't want to marry him, nor will I ever willingly have sex with him. "I will not marry you, and I don't understand why you would commit yourself to a marriage you won't be committed to."

"Reasons." He says.

This guy can't be serious, "Well then you and them reasons can... go.." I cleared my throat, the look on his face wasn't one to take lightly. "You can't force me to marry you," I half shrugged, and I can almost hear him saying the words watch me so I continued, "and even if you could. If you can have fun with other people, so can I."

He looked like he wanted to laugh in my face, but he didn't. He laid his head back down and squeezed me yet again. "You mistake my promises for threats. If you didn't you wouldn't have said that." He spoke low, and for once I could hear the promise. "I want you to.." he trails off....