This chapter is a little slow and boring next chapter is when everything goes down, so don't give up on me. This chapter is dedicated to Karm, why?
Because she is the best thing to happen to me, she's my best friend and I don't show her i appreciate her enough. But you mean everything to me girly. Never give up on me. I'll never give up on you.
This chapter might be changed it isn't my favorite.
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Been a while but I'm starting over and hope you enjoy.
Chapter One: I Love My Life, But It Just Wants To Be Friends...
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"Should I cut my hair again?"
My fingers comb through my wet strands of hair, I look at Derek through the mirror taking in his attire.
Or his lack of it.
He looks up at me, a towel wrapped loose around his hips. He was drying his hair with a towel, but other than that, his body was bare to me.
He makes a funny face, "What?"
I turn to him, grasping the dresser behind me, leaning onto it. "Should I cut my hair short? Which way do you like it better?" I look down, not being able to withstand his glare.
"Should you cut your hair?" He walks toward me, I watch his feet closing in on me. "Let me see."
His fingers brush my cheek, pushing my hair behind my ear. His fingers trace down my jaw line down to my chin, which when he got there be grasp it, forcing me to look back up at him.
"You're beautiful." He gives me a lopsided grin, the kind of grin that makes me shiver with need. "So beautiful."
His hands lightly grasp the sides of my face and slowly he lowers his lips on top of mine. "Beautiful." He murmur against my lips, pulling away this time.
My hands slide up his slick chest and my arms wrap around his neck, my fingers tangling into his hair, and I pull him back down to my lips.
He moan, pinning me to the dresser with him hips. Causing a moan to escape my lips, which in return caused us both to smile.
His eyes shift down, and his fingers caress his mark that clear as day on my neck. "Mine."
"Your's." I whisper, my voice lost in pleasure as his lips touched over the black markings. "Mm."
He pulls away, as usual leaving me wanting more.
He walks away, disapearing into the closet we shared.
Rolling my eyes, I pull a shirt over my head.
Everyday...
Seems to get better.
I can't help the thinking that I'm on a roller coaster going up, building up, moving up, high over the park, just slowly creeping, and here I am just chilling, calm, happy, excited. But then we get the the drop.
And...
I don't want to know what happens then.
So I live my life day to day, on the moments
I mean... I have my ending...
I got the guy no one thought I could ever have, I have the life I've dreamed up. I've traveled around the world, with the man I love, with the man I adore.
Life... It's great.
I'm happy.
We're happy...
