Brandon
“About what I said?”
“That, and something else. Something important to me.”
“Shoot.”
After fuc.king Jenna senseless against my bedroom door, taking a nice calming shower, and climbing into bed; she wants to talk. Talking, I can do.
“Did you mean what you said? About wanting to be with me?” She asks nervously. I can’t help smiling at Jenna. She’s so fuc.king beautiful; she takes my breath away every time I look at her.
I scoot closer to Jenna, leaning on my left hand while stroking her cheek with my right. She smiles that beautiful smile at me, the one that had me hooked on her the moment I met her.
“I meant it, Jenna. I can’t bear the thought of not being with you, not seeing your beautiful face every day. You are worth so much more than you have been led to believe you are.
