Blazes of Temptation- Book 2

Chapter Fifteen

I should have known Andrew is a savage at heart. When we barely step into his bedroom, I find myself pushed to the wall and this angry and hungry beast attacking my lips. I am also caught off guard when he tries to sneak his hand under my shirt. I swat his hand away and then push him away from my body. He seems shocked with his eyes angry that I have rejected him.

"We need to talk remember?" I remind him as I make my way to his bed and sit down.

Smirking down at me playfully, he nods his head and walks toward me.

"We've known each other for almost two months now. I know that I have lied to you and I wasn't the best boyfriend, so far, but I hope I could do better from now on." He looks down at me with his hand caressing the side of my head. "And I know that this could be a very strong move for both of us. But I think I'm ready. Since you came back to my life, I realized that I needed you more than air. I needed you to remind me every day that despite my ugly past, I can make a bright future, for both of us... So..." he reaches into his pocket and takes a box out.

The box isn't larger than three inches, however, has a height of almost two. I look down at the box oddly that is still in his hand, unopened. My heartbeat accelerates and I start panicking.

This should better not be what I'm thinking.

"I started thinking a while ago," he continues, "You've been spending a lot of time here and whenever you're in my bed, I feel calm and happy. I used to have this dream about my time back in that damn group and I would have nightmares so vivid that I would wake up in sweat. Yet, when you're next to me, everything is different. I told you, I'm changing and this is a part of me showing you I'm changing."

"Andrew, I swear to God, if this is what I think it is, you better have better plans than this, 'cause I hate to say no," I refer to his proposal,

"Wait, why- he waits a few minutes as the realization hits him, "Oh, no, this is not what you think. Close enough, but... I would have much, much better plans for us. Believe me." he chuckles, finding the situation oddly amusing. I sulk at him, what is happening with him?

"So what the heck is this?" I frown. He reaches with his other hand and soothes my frown with the touch of his fingers.

"This is..." he opens the box finally, revealing what is inside. "Me asking you to move in with me," inside the box lies my key to his apartment. I can swear that it's the same key I let myself in. But how did he get it? In addition, why is he, out of nowhere, asking me to move in with him? I mean, we've been practically living with together, I hardly go back to my apartment, well, technically, Andrew makes it too hard for me to go back and forth.

"I... um..." I open my mouth to respond, but out comes nothing. Staring at my key helplessly, I find myself confused. It's nothing against or for it, but something in his decision that he wants me to move in with him proves a very significant tie.

Andrew, who is struggling with his past and the secrets he's still hiding from me, has not yet proven his love to me. I am not sure if what we are moving towards is worth the risk, I know my love is strong and I know it is worth the heartbreak but how about him. I have no idea what's happening in his thick head, I have no idea what those secrets are. I don't know what he thinks of me. Sure, he opened up just fine, we communicate better now, we have tons of sex, but it doesn't prove that when it comes to living with each other for twenty-four hours seven days a week, we'll be just fine.

"Laura, say something," he whispers.

"Andrew, I don't know what to say. I mean, are you sure, you're up to this challenge? I mean what if we break up. What if you realize that in the second week life with me is intolerable?