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Zayne aka Gabriel(29 years)
While I waited for the coffee to brew, I leaned against the breakfast bar in my kitchen and stared across the open-plan apartment to the sleeping beauty lying between my sheets. Her cheeks flushed both from sleep and me fucking her three more times after I brought her home and the best fuck I’d ever had on the hood of my car. I would never look at my beloved Dodge with the same eyes again.
Rubbing the pad of my thumb over my lip, my mind worked overtime. One part agreeing with my mounting desire to do something I’d never contemplated before, ever while the other part called me a crazy fuck for considering it in the first place.
By the time, I poured the coffee into the mug, added cream and sugar the way she liked it, I knew my decision. Strolling over to the bed, I set the mug on the nightstand and reached across the bed, drawing Ria closer. I slid down next to her and eased her into the curve of my body. I kissed her neck softly and she moaned but didn’t stir. I guessed she was tired after I’d ravished her body to my heart’s content yet still couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted more...a whole lot more.
My body too wired to sleep, I sat back against the headboard and watched her sleep. I never intended to take her virginity on the hood of my car. My plan for dinner and bringing her back to my apartment went out the door, the second she challenged me. Granted, I’d lied to her, I’d done it to protect her and her agitated response hadn’t sounded convincing enough that she didn’t want to see him again. And bastard that I was, I took what I wanted from her, and she’d given me everything.
A sudden clap of thunder, deafening enough to rattle the apartment windows had Ria vaulting upright. Her body tight with shock, her face constricted in terror, her fear palpable in her trembling lips and rounded eyes. I grabbed her to me, pulling her onto my lap and cradling her in my arms.
“It’s just thunder, baby girl.” I kissed her brow. With her palm flat against my chest, her head nestled in the crook of my arm, she looked up at me, her fear slowly receding. “Are you okay?” She nodded. “So far, I know you fear rats and thunder. What else do you fear?”
Her hand on my chest lifted to palm my cheek. “Losing you,” she whispered, filling my body with shock and settling my debating mind.
I reached for the coffee and offered it to her. “Will you marry me?”
Laughing, she accepted the mug. “Yes.”
One simple word that would change my life forever.
