Chapter Twenty-Three

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Rochelle Pov

Elvis invited me in, Priscilla left later in the night leaving me and him alone. Which I already know isn't a good idea but I couldn't help but wonder what would happen.

"I know I haven't been the best, Priscilla keeps bringing us up. Its bothering our relationship." Elvis sighed, sitting at the edge of his bed. I keept my distance from him, not wanting to go there.

"Maybe marriage will be good for the two of you.?"I responed, my foot tapped nervously on the hard wood floor. Elvis knew me just like he knows himself, he knows my nervous habits and when I started doing that he made his little smirk. Gettin' off from the bed.

"Maybe, but maybe just maybe life with you and marriage with you would have been better." He replied as he walked towards me. Just beeing close with him agian made my heart fall out of my chest, He lifted my chin up metting my eyes with him.

"Wouldn't you agree?" Our lips almost touching I slightly nodded, leaning my head in. And then our lips touched, in the most perfect way possible. He took his time with me like It was our first time. He lifted me up gently, still kissing me as he laid me on his bed.

"Man, I missed doing that." He whispered, as I unbuttoned his shirt. Our eyes never left eachother. He slowly eased into me, making me moan loudly but he kissed me.

As he made love to me, all the feelings I thought I didn't have rushed back like a wave. A beautiful wave that made my heart burtst. Elvis whipped the tears that fell and held me after we were done.

He didn't ask questions, about Us yet. But he just held me like he was afriad I was going to leave.

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