Page 95 of Be My Bride

What can I say? Last night, it felt like you were telling me you loved me? Do you? Do I?

No.

It’s too crude.

Too clunky for a moment like this.

Words will shatter the bubble.

Will destroy this fragile refuge we’ve built.

And I don’t want to leave yet.

I don’t want to ever leave.

Last night broke something inside me.

Demolished my walls.

My fears.

Everything.

Hansley’s tender strokes left me defenseless.

His sweet kisses shook my entire world.

I remember every caress this time.

I was present for every thrust. Every nuzzle. Every lethal stroke.

He stretched me to his capacity.

Filled me to the hilt with his sincerity.

I felt him.

All of him.

And I know I’ll never be the same.

Ever.

Hansley drapes his fingers down my arm, sending little goosebumps rushing to the surface of my skin. I look up at him and notice the way his wavy hair brushes messily against his eyes. It gives him this sexy, bad-boy vibe and my body lights up everywhere.

This is crazy.

This is… insane, right?

I shouldn’t feel this connected to Hansley this soon.

It shouldn’t be this intense.

I need to slow down.

My parents went full-speed ahead the moment they met. They raced from a first meeting to hooking up to pregnancy and marriage.

I wanted slow steps. That’s all I gave myself permission to have last night. It’s what Hansley and I agreed to.

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