Page 24 of Make You Love Me

I know everyone says we are young, and my mother thinks this is just a rebellious phase for me, but honestly, I don’t believe that for one second. I have always been mature beyond my years. I know without a shadow of a doubt that the way he makes me feel is unlike anything else I’ll ever experience in my lifetime. My Twin Flame… the great love of my life!

He was so perfect, so gentle, so attentive, but so sexy and domineering. Yes, it hurt but I can’t wait to do it again. The connection I felt with him during it was unbelievable. I honestly didn’t think I could love him any more than I already do.

I know we are taking a risk having sex before marriage and, as my mother likes to remind me, “No prestigious man will want someone else’s hand-me-downs.” She does not like that I’m with Smitty, and she makes sure to remind me that he could never provide me with the life I deserve as a Richmond. But again, I couldn’t care less. I want it all with him and no one else.

One day, if we are ever fortunate enough to have a daughter, I will always fill her head with love and inspiration. I will not care who she loves as long as they make her feel protected and treat her like she is more precious than life itself. I may be 16 and in no way ready for a baby, but I do know one day I can’t wait to love a child unconditionally, the way a mother should.

We will prove my mother and the rest of town wrong one day, many years from now, when they realize those “young and dumb kids” are still together and living life for happiness, not for money and greed.

He is the best thing that has ever been mine and I don’t want to ever give that up.

xox,

Leah

Leaning back against my pillows, I hold the journal tight, fighting back the tears.

Oh Mom, how I wish you were here.

I wonder how much different my life would be if she were still around. Would we have stayed in New York, or come back to North Carolina? Would Ethel be more involved in our lives? Would I have met Greyson? Sadness rakes over me at the thought of not having him around. Geez, get it together, you’ve only known him for what, a little over two weeks. For some reason, with him, it feels like longer, like our paths were meant to cross.

Thankfully, my phone chimes with a notification, and I don’t have much time to dwell on all the thoughts coursing through my mind.

Greyson:Hope you're ready for me, pretty girl. I’ll be there soon.

Me:What do you have in store for me?

Greyson:Oh, you’ll find out soon…

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"I thought you said you knew how to cook," I smirk at him as we enter Greyson’s kitchen. He follows behind me, carrying the bags of food the delivery man just dropped off. While he places them on the counter, my eyes take in the array of food containers.

“Little do you know, I'm the next fuckingTop Chef, but for tonight, I got us dinner to eat somewhere special,” he says from the other side of the kitchen, his large body leaning against the fridge with his muscular arms crossed over his chest. I can feel his eyes roaming over my body. I wore my favorite spaghetti strap romper for this reason. Ashley, of course, helped me pick it out while on FaceTime. She told me it makes my tatas and ass look fantastic.

“Okay handsome, let’s go then… I'm gettinghangry,” I say before I lean up on my tiptoes to place a quick kiss on his lips.

Grabbing the bags full of food, we head back to his truck, and he follows me to the passenger side to open my door for me. I instantly blush. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him doing that. No one has ever opened the door for me, well, besides Ethel’s paid drivers.

I hoist myself in and watch as he walks to his side. He has such swagger when he moves. Everything he does is so damn hot.

He looks at me from his seat with a frown on his face.

“What?” I say as I adjust my clothes, making sure nothing is spilling out.

Without warning, he leans over, wraps his arm around my waist, and pulls my body across the bench seat. Settling myself right against him, my legs are straddling the gearshift. His hand rests on my thigh, lightly stroking my skin.

“That’s better. You were too far away over there. I’ve been dying to touch your skin since you walked out of your house in this sexy-as-fuck outfit.”

I smile as Greyson shifts the truck into reverse. His hand immediately returns to my thigh afterward. He continues to do this for the entire ride, his hand never leaving my skin for an extended period of time.

By the time we pull up to the Lookout, I'm so turned on I think I might combust. I don’t know if he realizes what his seemingly innocent touches do to me. One look at his smug-as-hell face tells me he’s all too aware of what he’s doing.Cocky bastard.

Greyson grabs our food and a blanket, then steers us away from the main area, taking us down a trail that leads to an opening lower along the cliffs. When we walk into the clearing, I recognize it immediately. TheYou Got Mailmailbox is right in front of us with its flag up. Excitement fills my veins at the thought of what could be inside it.

I look at Greyson and see him setting down our things on the blanket. I make my way over to the mailbox, eager to see what’s inside, pausing just for a moment before opening it.

“Go on Stacks, open it up.” I feel his warm breath as he whispers into my ear. His body is so close to mine.

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