“Look at me, please,” I asked, taking his hand in mine.
He did, and his eyes shone brightly. He looked so sure I was about to say no. I held out my left arm.
“I would love to be with you.” I giggled at the choice of wording. “I love you so much, Morgan. I’m sorry it’s taken so long to?—”
I didn’t get to finish the sentence as his face broke into a huge smile. He threw the little blue box behind him, picked me up and twirled me around, kissing me as we stopped moving. He pulled away but didn’t let my hand go.
“I can’t believe you said yes. It seems too good to be true.” He ran off to pick up the bracelet before returning and pulling me into him. “I love you, Andie.” He wrapped the bracelet around my wrist, and I held it up to watch it sparkle in the lights.
“I love you too, Morgan, and I will spend each and every day proving that to you, and every night showing you.” I bit my lip, knowing it drove him wild.
“You can start tonight. I think a night of naked cuddling is needed.” He kissed me, pulling my body as close to his as possible as his tongue danced with mine.
“Now that I can do.”
“Come with me.” He led me back through the living room and into the dining room which had also been decorated with candles. Platters filled with our favourite foods were placed along the table. “I figured we could grab food and cuddle up with a movie,” he said handing me a plate.
“That sounds perfect.” I grinned. My cheeks ached from smiling so much.
After the movie, Morgan took my hand and led me into my bedroom. I gasped as I looked to the wall at the side of my bed. He’d blown up another photo of us, the one I had done originally that he had cracked with his fist and had hung it on the wall.
“Oh,” was all I could manage. First the one of us in the library, now this one. He was showing me how much he loved me.
“Do you like it?” he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“I love it. The one in the library, too.” I turned, tilted my head, and kissed him, his soft lips meeting mine with a sense of urgency. “Morgan, I still can’t...” I pulled back.
“That’s okay, baby. I can wait. You are worth the wait. Buuuttt…” He trailed off smiling.
“But what?”
His smile was addictive. “You will owe me, because I’ll be missing all the benefits of being your boyfriend this next couple of weeks.”
I laughed, remembering when I had used a line like that on him. “Oh, really?”
“Yep.” He ran his hand up and down my arms.
I pulled his top up and over his head, planting kisses on his chest. “I think I may be able to show you one of those benefits right now.” I yanked on his belt, practically ripping the buttons open in his jeans.
“Baby, you don’t need to do anything.”
“I know, but I want to. Now, shut the fuck up and strip.”
I needed to feel the connection with him, the intimacy I didn’t share with anyone but him. He laughed but did as I asked.
My heart raced as I looked him up and down. His perfectly sculpted body and tight arse made me hot all over. The bruising from the car accident, still showing up and down his body, did not detract from his hotness.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” I told him, running my fingers up from his thigh to his chest and back down to his arse, giving it a squeeze.
“You’re beautiful. Do I get to see you?” He pulled my jumper off, and began working on my jeans, leaving me in just my underwear. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Come here.”
I held his hand and tugged him to the bed, getting him to lie down in the middle. I crawled up between his legs, planting kisses up his thigh, then licking from his shaft up to his tip, cleaning up the salty pre-cum.
“Oh, fuck, Andie.”
I moved upwards, kissing and nipping at his stomach, chest, and neck. “This neck is too clean.”
