Tell Me You Love Me

31| Heart

Chapter 31: Heart (Brielle's POV)

"Hawaii?" I asked. 

"Yes." 

"For a week?" 

"Yes." 

"Only you and me?" 

"Yes," he laughed. 

"At a resort?" 

"Yes, Brielle." 

"You booked it all?" 

"Yes!" he laughed, watching me from his desk chair. It's been a few days since that lunch. 

Everything's been good. It's been great. He's opening up to me more and more, but still says he doesn't like me. And today when I walked into his study to distract him from work, because what else can I do? He told me that he just finished making all the bookings for that honeymoon. 

"And we leave when?" 

"In two weeks' time," he grinned, getting up and walking over to me. 

I stared at him, still a little surprised. I didn't know how serious he was being when he suggested we go on a honeymoon. I won't lie, I kind of thought he was only joking. 

"Are you excited?" he asked. 

I nodded slowly. 

He leaned his hip against the desk, putting his hands on it while facing me. "Can I get a kiss?" 

I went on my toes giving him a chaste kiss. 

He scoffed, "What was that?" 

"What do you mean? It was a kiss," I smiled innocently. 

"It was not and you know it." He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, smashing his lips on mine. 

We've shared a lot of kisses, a lot of cuddles, a lot of makeouts, I nearly got a hickey or two, and he's even had his fair share of groping me in bed. But I still haven't agreed to sleep with him. He asks once and if I say no, he doesn't ask again which I really appreciate because he doesn't make me feel like he's pressuring me. 

He turned us around and lifted me up, seating me on the desk. I pushed my legs apart so he could get closer by standing between my legs. He grabbed the bottom of my button-up shirt, pulling it out so it wasn't tucked into my pants anymore. His hands slipped under it, resting at my waist as he pulled me closer. After a while, he brought his hands out and broke the kiss. "Can I take this off?" he asked, fisting my shirt in his hands. 

I nodded. 

He kissed me again while working on the buttons. 

I said yes because I'm wearing a light, baby blue camisole underneath which matches my shirt. 

He pulled my shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room. He sighed, pulling away again. "Why are you wearing that?" he whined. 

I chuckled, "What else would I be wearing underneath?" 

"Nothing," he whispered. 

"That seems a little risky, don't you think? What if a button broke off or popped open?" 

"Even better," he grinned. 

I laughed, running a hand through my hair. 

"I love when you do that," he said softly. 

"This?" I ran my hand through my hair again. 

"Hmm," he nodded. "It makes you look so confident."