Touch Me

Risk

"I thought you weren't supposed to have premarital relations.." I chuckled, rubbing his chest.

"Fuck that." He scoffed, holding me in his arms.

"Wow.. sex and cursing... you're back to your old self."

"Yeah, well... I missed ya too much not to to enjoy you a little."

"I liked my good Mormon missionary, you know...."

"Did you?"

"Yeah.."

"Well, I'm gonna try to be more reserved, still. But I mean... we're engaged. We can't not celebrate a little.." he smirked, scratching my shoulder

"I can't believe you wanna marry me.."

"Why wouldn't I wanna marry you? You're the man I love. I want to spend my life with you."

"Well, I'm lucky you do."

"It's not like it's surprising that I fell in love with you.. you're smart. You're kind.. beautiful.... you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He smiled, sweeping my hair aside my face.

I blushed, closing my eyes.

"...You have such nice eyelashes." He mumbled

"Thank you. I like my eyelashes too."

"I'm glad there's something you like about yourself.. you're not the most confident man.."

"I'm not."

"But liking one thing is a good start. What else do you like?"

"...I like my smile."

"Good. I like your smile too.."

He ran his hand up my side, his cold fingertips contrasting the warmth of my skin. I absolutely relish being in hid arms. He's strong, with lots of muscle, but he's incredibly gentle. He could easily be a distant and rough man, but he refused to continue to act that way. Knowing my history of abuse and ill treatment, he wanted me to feel safe with him. He was the only person I truly trusted, and he knew that. He would never hurt me, and he wanted me to feel that. To feel the love he has for me. He wants me to know how much he genuinely cares for me.
He's always made a conscious effort to be slow and gentle with me. He has remarkable patience. He's always as gentle as possible, as to not frighten me. He wanted to keep the trust we had built. And he knew it could break quickly, no matter how thick the trust, as a result of the treatment from my father.

"....I love you."

"I love you too, Sunshine."

He pressed down on my side, gently scratching the skin, not light enough to hurt or leave an imprint, just enough to feel his nails harshly against my skin.

"That feels.. really nice." I mumbled, smiling.

"Good." He said, moving his hand to my back.

"So when are you going to tell your mom?"

"I was thinking tomorrow. We could get some breakfast at that place we like and then stop by. How does that sound?"

"That sounds good."

"Good.. Gosh, I missed you so much." He muttered, pulling me in tight.

"I missed you too. These past two years have been really lonely without you..."

"I'm sorry. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you before I sent in an application. And I'm sorry I left you in a shabby mental state. I have so much to apologize for. And I'm so lucky you could forgive me." He whispered, kissing my shoulder.