PAPER VOWS Novel Chapter 8

(Uncle Mark alwa nami bakithi i have deleted that spice)

I chickened out. I don’t know what happened, but one moment I was ready to be closer with Dante, the next I told him I just wanted us to shower. To be honest, I don’t know how I am going to feel about intimacy after abstaining for so long. A part of me is scared that I might not enjoy it the way I used to before. It’s like I am now nervous about closeness, which is weird because I’m not a virgin.

Luckily, Dante didn’t ask anything or try to push; we just showered, and now we are applying lotion to our skin. Things feel awkward, we bathed in silence, and now we’re quiet. I think he picked up on what I wanted to do and noticed that I chickened out.

“Here you go,” Dante hands me a pajama shirt. I find it funny how comfortable we are being bare around each other, but then, we are not children. These things happen between adults.

“Thanks,” I take the top and put it on. My dress, bra, and panties are still on the floor. I don’t know how I feel about picking them up, but I am not comfortable wearing them. Dante is wearing shorts only. I keep stealing glances at him. I clear my throat and say, “You don’t look like the type that wears pajamas.”

“I don’t.”

“If you don’t, why am I wearing your pajama top?” I say to him. “Why didn’t you give me the bottoms too?”

“Owning something and wearing something are two different things. And you look good with just the top.”

“I should go to my room,” I say, picking up my clothes on the floor. “I just wanted to shower, let me go to bed.”

“It felt like you wanted more.”

Holding on to my clothes, I say, “I changed my mind, goodnight.”

“Let’s go look for something to eat in the kitchen.”

“I am still full of what we had, and all this is making me uneasy,” I admit.

Dante takes the clothes from my hands and tosses them on the floor. He moves closer and says, “You shouldn’t be shy to ask for what you want.”

“I am not shy.”

He lifts my chin, making me face him. “When you walked into the shower, you wanted something.”

“What do you think I wanted?”

“I don’t read minds, Jade Marshal. You will need to use your words with me,” he says calmly.

“I am sleepy. Do you want to join me in my room?”

He answers, “I can join you if you want me to.”

“You don’t get it, Dante.”

“Then make me get it,” he says.

“I want you to take the lead without me saying it out loud. Am I making sense?”

“A little,” he answers. He is too serious for me. For a gorgeous man like him, I expected someone cute and fluffy behind closed doors and only serious in front of people.

“I think I need more alcohol.”

He pulls me back slightly. “You don’t need alcohol, you need to use your words.”

“I want you to be close to me, but I am nervous about how I will feel.”

“Very happy to hear that,” he says. “I need you to verbally tell me things, not to make me guess. Okay?”

“Noted, Mr Lyon.”

He places his hand on my waist and pulls me closer. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Very sure.”

He leans and kisses me. We brushed our teeth after showering, now we both taste like toothpaste. I realize how short I am compared to him. While kissing, he slowly unbuttons the pajama top and helps me settle into it more comfortably.

He stops kissing me and steps back. He bites his lower lip and says, “You are gorgeous.”

“I am admiring how beautiful you are,” I reply.

“You are making me uncomfortable. I am not used to this,” I tell him.

Dante walks to me and says, “Don’t feel uncomfortable. You are gorgeous and shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”

“Are we going to be intimate already?” I ask.

(What happens next is private and changes everything between them.)Sekisi was removed because of uncle Mark)

Later, Dante comes back with towels. We clean up, then head to the bedroom.

“Can you get my phone in the other room?” I ask. It seems we are sharing a bed tonight. I can’t believe I spent the night with a man I met two days ago. My mother would be disappointed. I don’t care, though.

Dante comes back with my phone, puts it on the charger, and gets into bed beside me.

“You were amazing,” he says softly.

“Goodnight, Dante Lyon,” I say, yawning. “I hope I don’t regret accepting your proposal.”

“I hope so too.”

“I’m going to sleep now; I can barely keep my eyes open,” I whisper.

He kisses my forehead and says, “Your life is about to change; you have no idea.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, but I don’t get to hear his response.

(Had to change a lot of things sorry my honeys)