Don’t You Know How To Knock? [Pt. 8/END]
“Tell me why you’re scared of me, beautiful,” he whispered against your lips. “Tell me so I can do whatever I can to put those fears to rest”.
You swallowed. He had all the answers. He knew all the right things to say. He was everything you wanted, right in front of you, close enough to take.
“Because I love you. I have for a long time”.
Barely able to fight the smile that tugged the corners of his lips up, he wasted no time in releasing your waist to cup your face.
His lips were soft as they pressed gently against yours, taking your words and showing you the sentiment was mutual.