Chapter 48

They have been curled up on that tiny twin bed together, naked, the only sound in the room their panting breaths and the occasional smack of lips, or suck of mouth on skin. He'd rubbed himself towards her till her body twitched each time he surpassed over her and she'd clapped a hand to the back of his neck and practically demanded he give up waiting.

Braced over her, one hand on both aspect of her shoulders, he'd pulled back, compelled her to stop—even as he nudged at her core.

When she opened her eyes, she desired to snarl at him, however there was a seem to be of such awe, such love on his face, it stopped the words on her tongue.

“Are you sure, Amelia ?” he'd whispered, his eyes searching hers. “Are you certain I'm the one?”

The query had shaken her out of her arousal and tumbled her down into her insecurities.

“Why? Aren't you?” she'd requested quickly, breathlessly, attempting to swallow the panting. “I mean, if