Please, don't try to fix me. - Book 2.

3. (!)

Scott's POV.

When we were home I prepared a bath for Mitch. He has been in a panic attack the whole ride back.

"The bath is running, gorgeous." I said.

"Thank you." Mitch whispered.

"Do you want me to join you?" I asked.

"Yes, please." Mitch whispered again.

Mitch was in a different state of mind due to the panic attack. I could notice that.

I watched as Mitch took off all of his clothes and sighed. Saturday. I am going to marry this man #soon. I'm so lucky.

"Scott? Are you staring again?" Mitch asked.

I snapped out of my thoughts.

"I am so lucky to be able to marry you." I smiled.

Mitch smiled back at me.

"Come join me, silly. I need you." Mitch said.

I undressed myself quickly and joined Mitch. I sat behind him and pulled him closer, inhaling his scent.

"When you do that, I feel shivers run down my spine." Mitch admitted softly.

"Is that so? Do you need a massage?" I asked.

"Yes, I need you." Mitch whispered.

I started to massage Mitch's arms. His body was so tense. I tried my best to massage his panic attack away and it seemed to work.

"I love you." Mitch said.

I kissed his neck softly, making him squirm for more.

"I love you too, gorgeous." I answered.

Mitch sighed and leaned back. I took this opportunity to massage his inner thighs.

"Scott?" Mitch said.

"Yes, love." I whispered.

"If you'll continue this, I'll end on top of you." Mitch said.

I smiled.

"I wouldn't mind. Do you feel better?" I asked.

"I do actually." Mitch said as he turned to me to kiss me.

I deepened the kiss and pulled him closer to me.

I pulled back and stared at him.

"You're staring again." Mitch giggled.

"You're so gorgeous. I can't believe you're mine." I smiled.

"Well, you'd better believe it. Because I am." Mitch said.

I let Mitch turn his body to mine, facing me. I pulled him on my lap, our cocks brushing slightly against each other.

Mitch whimpers.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

"Don't play dumb." Mitch said.

I started to kiss his collarbone and sucked at his skin. Mitch moaned softly.

"I'm so lucky." I murmured against his skin.

"You are. Now, show me how it feels to be lucky." Mitch smirked.

I smirked back and started to grind up a little, making Mitch gasp.

"That was something to start with..." I whispered.

Mitch hid his face in the crook of my neck and then he looked at me.

"Mitch? Y-Your eyes..." I gasped.

"What's wrong with my eyes?" Mitch asked.

"T-They are b-blue. Bright blue!" I told him.

Mitch closed his eyes, taking a sharp breath and opened them again. They were back to the beautiful auburn color.

"H-How?" I whispered.

Instead of answering Mitch kissed me passionately and we continued what we started.

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I shifted a little.

"Hmm?" Mitch hummed.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to wake you up." I said.

"It's okay. Cuddle?" Mitch said as he turned to me.

"Yes, sure." I said.

I held Mitch close to me. Sighing deeply once he was settled.

"That's a deep sigh..." Mitch said.

"Yeah..." I whispered.

I held Mitch tight.

"Saturday, hon." Mitch whispered back.

"I know. Is there something you have to tell me before we get married?" I said.

Mitch looked up.

"Something to tell you? Scott, we're together for almost 4 years. I guess there's not much to tell you about anymore." Mitch said.

"Yeah..." I whispered.

"Scott? Is something bothering you? Don't you wanna marry me?" Mitch asked.

"N-No. I do wanna marry you... It's just... I swear, your eyes were bright blue." I said.

"You must've imagined that, babe." Mitch grinned.

Mitch cuddled with me and closed his eyes.