Living in the big city is what you've known for a long time. You weren't every guys' ideal type, but you had a pretty face. Not confident in yourself, you let reading and college take over your life. Being the hard working student that you are, you...
"You know if you want to stay, I'm willing to help you build a life here with me" He assures me.
Stephen was really sweet, he was humble and smart. The whole edgy look, and the tattoos along with the piercing was him being artistic. His body was his canvas. Modelling wasn't something he thought he would get into, since he was in football before. In London I had learned soccer was called football. I found everything fascinating about him.
The guy was unique, after getting to know him more. I saw he was quite shy. I found it adorable. He was a big softy, but he had a rough side to him too. I could just spend a whole day talking to him. I smile burying my face into his chest. I really loved him.
"Stephen?" He caress my back holding me close to him.
"Hum?" He answers.
"I-I love you." My heart pounded repeatedly in my chest. I didn't know what he was going to think. It felt so nerve racking to be the first one to say 'I love you'.
His body tenses underneath me. It was almost like his heart stopped beating. Moving cautiously out of his embrace, I look up into his face. His expression is hard to read. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. But I could see the conflict in his eyes.
"S-Stephen, it's okay you don't have to say it. I just wanted to get that off my chest" I mutter.
I look down biting my bottom lip. Was I hurt? A little. But I couldn't make him say it back if he didn't mean it.
"I do love you. But I didn't think you felt the same way." Looking back up I meet with his soft green eyes. Pulling me close he kisses my lips, and I kiss him back smiling.
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A month later, I had made a huge decision. My mom had taken the news quite good. She was shocked at first, and then upset. But she knew I had to take this course in my life sooner then later and be happy. I had officially moved to Barcelona, Spain. I was staying with Stephen for now, but I was working on getting my own place and a job.
Kyla was so excited to see that me and Stephen were working out together. She insisted that me and Stephen move in together so we could have mixed babies. Her words not mine. I looked at her like she was insane. Me and Stephen were just getting in the hang of this whole couple thing.
Since, the first time we met we haven't had sex. He was always doing his thing, and I was always looking for work. We were both hardly home, but a few weeks ago I got a job working at Victoria Secret in the lingerie section at some mall.
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