He grabbed my waist, pulling me onto his lap and nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck. I giggled, tangling my hands in his hair and pulling him closer.
" What's wrong?" I noticed him bite his lip like he does when he's thinking.
" I want to love you." he mumbled.
My cheeks heated, and I'm sure they were pink. I dipped my head down, trying to hide my blushing. His thumb lifted my head up, before his lips connected with mine.
" But If you not ready for me to love you, let me know; because when I love, I love hard."
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Love Hard
General Fiction" If you not ready for me to love you, let me know; because when I love, I love hard."
