“I don’t understand,” I whisper, my voice shaking.I’m too afraid to move, frozen on the spot.“Why are you saying this?”
His eyes flash open, pinning me down, at the shake in my voice.“Hey, don’t get upset.”If I could bear to hurt him right now, I would punch him in the stomach.“Argh, I’m messing this up.God, I feel so fucking stupid, so I’m just going to say it and hope it comes out right.Please bear in mind that I’ve never had to have this conversation.Like ever.”
“Reid, please just say it,” I demand, unable to keep the tremor out of my voice.
“I want you to be my girlfriend.I know you only agreed to ‘more’ without labels, and exclusivity, but I want the goddamn label.This is the more I want.I want you to be my girlfriend.”
Surprise renders me speechless.This was not how I saw this conversation going.Pieces of my heart, which had just shattered, begin to piece back together again slowly.I need confirmation I heard him though.“You want me to be your girlfriend?”
His eyebrows pinch together.“Yes.Did I do it wrong?I don’t even know any mates who have asked a girl to be their girlfriend.”
I smile and lean up over him until I’m practically on top of him.“You want to be my boyfriend?”
His eyes heat at the word, and I feel his dick twitch beneath me.“Yes, Summer.I can even change my relationship status on Facebook to prove it.”
I love him.
He is so damn adorable.
I brush my lips over his.“I’ve changed my mind.I want you to fuck me.”
“You’ll have to do all of the work,” he tells me, rock hard now.“I’m exhausted.”
I remove the pyjamas I’ve only just put on, smiling whilst I do.“Oh, if you haven’t already figured it out, the answer is yes.Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
He grabs me around the waist, and I squeal when my back lands on the mattress.I guess he isn’t as exhausted as he thought he was.
Even with only one working hand, he manages to fuck me into oblivion.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Reid
Nearly two weeks havepassed since Isaac was rushed to hospital.He now rests back at home, where Mum has loved fussing over him for the past couple of days.He has a long recovery and won’t be back at work for a couple of months.
I pass the living room, where the twins are still half asleep on the sofas, and head to the kitchen, where I can smell bacon and eggs.
