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I freaking love them!”
Taking the box from him, I took a sniff.
Sweet aroma wafted to my nostrils, making my mouth water.
“Come here.”
Taking my hand, he took me near the railings.
A squeal left my mouth as he gripped my waist and placed me on the wide surface of the railing.
I didn’t dare look down.
I was sure I would have a heart attack.
“What are you doing?”
I tried to get off, but he only parted my knees and stepped between them, wrapping his arms around me.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”
Placing the box beside me, he took out one cupcake and held it against my lips.
“Now you can eat comfortably.”
When his grip tightened around me, I relaxed and took the cupcake from his hand, biting into it.
A moan slipped from my mouth as soon as it melted in my mouth.
There was chocolate cream inside it.
It was so damn delicious!
“It’s so good!
Where did you get them?”
I put my phone beside the box and occupied my other hand with another one.
While I devoured them like a woman hungry for years, he just watched me silently.
Those stormy gray orbs held serenity.
And that did serious damage to my heart.
“I didn’t buy them from anywhere.
I made them myself.”
He wiped the corner of my lips with his thumb before slowly putting it inside his mouth.
A shiver ran down my body.
Ignoring his act, I focused on his words.
“You made them?
For me?”
He chuckled.
“Who else would I spend my precious time to do these efforts for?”
I just stared at him.
Leaning in, he grabbed my hand and made himself have a bite of the half-eaten cupcake.
“Only for my Rosebud.”
Eyes didn’t move from mine.
My breath hitched in my throat when he took my thumb into his mouth and sucked the chocolate cream off it.
His hot tongue circled my thumb while his teeth bit into my skin gently.
“Delicious,” he rasped.
Letting it go, he took my index finger next in between his lips.
Somehow, he was closer than before, inches away from me.
One of his hands brushed the side of my knee, gradually rising high, inching closer to my inner thigh.
I tried to close my legs, but his form didn’t let me.
Something tugged at my lower region with his heady scent around me, his mouth around my finger and his burning touch against my skin.
“W-what are you doing?”
I somehow managed to stutter out, breathing heavily.
Pulling my finger from his lips, I removed his hand from my thigh.
But his other hand squeezed my hip on the other side.
“Touching my Rosebud.”
Moving my hair away from my shoulder, he put his head in the crook of my neck and took a deep inhale.
Forgetting the cupcakes, I now squirmed in his hold as his big, callused hand squeezed one of my thighs.
Another heat shot through me.
“S-stop,” I whispered, biting my lip.
Letting out a groan, he palmed my inner thigh and my treacherous body let him.
“I can’t.”
He slammed his mouth against me, capturing my lips into his scorching ones.
Not caring about my ruined hands, I clutched his collar and pulled him closer, wrapping my legs around him.
He didn’t waste any time to thrust his tongue inside my mouth and nor did I hesitate to join him in the battle.
He explored every corner of my mouth and I let him, shivering in ecstasy.
Suddenly I felt hot in the cool weather.
Too hot to be normal.
I could feel my dress riding up my mid thighs, and his hands roaming and feeling them.
A desperate moan left my mouth.
I needed more.
I wanted more of his touch.
I wanted to feel his skin against mine.
Slipping my hands under his shirt, I ran my hands over his taut abs and hard, sculpted chest.
Letting out a rough groan, he pulled me to the edge of the railing, and I tightened my legs around him.
And then I felt it.
Him.
Right against me.
Hard and hot.
A gasp slipped through my lips as he pushed his hips against mine, emitting a loud moan from me.
“My rose,” his husky voice murmured against my neck as he sucked on my sensitive skin.
“I need you.
I need you so fucking much!”
I let out a shaky breath, my hands tugging at his hair.
My lips parted when he left some more marks on my throat.
They would definitely leave hickeys.
But I didn’t care at that moment.
I was too lost in his touches and kisses.
Until my gaze fell on his knuckles.
I tried to push him away, but he ignored me.
So I used more strength.
And this time, he did pull away.
With a confusion etched into his darkened eyes, he watched me.
“What is that?”
I pointed at his knuckles.
There weren’t any cuts like the other day, but they were bruised.
“You hurt yourself again?”
His gaze hardened.
“I didn’t realize.”
My jaw clenched.
“You didn’t realize?
Are you even hearing yourself?
You hurt yourself again and again and you don’t even realize?
What’s wrong with you?”
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Don’t worry, these are nothing.
It happens sometimes when people do too many workouts.”
I shook my head.
My blood ran hot through my veins.
Not because of his touch, but because of his careless behavior towards himself.
“They aren’t there because you workout too much.
They’re there because you’re careless!
Because you don’t even care if you’re hurt!
You do this on purpose, don’t you, Ace?
I told you to stop this, but you didn’t listen.
Why do you do that?
Why do you hurt yourself like that?”
His gray pools were intense.
“Once you’re in my arms forever, it won’t happen again.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll be always there to keep me sane and in check.”
I didn’t understand it.
Why would he hurt himself to keep himself sane?
He loses himself so much into his work out that he doesn’t even care if he’s hurt or not.
And only I can keep him sane?
He cupped my cheeks.
His eyes now held desperation.
“Give us a chance, Rosebud.
Give me a chance to be a part of your life.
Give me a chance to hold you in my arms for the rest of my life.
Just one chance, baby.
I promise, I’ll make it worth it.
I know I hurt you.
But I’ll spend my whole life making it up to you.
I promise I’ll spend myself whole just to bring a single smile to your lips.
I’ll never make you cry again.
Just,” he gulped, “give me a chance.
I love you so fucking much, my Rosebud.
Without you in my arms, I had spent the seven years in living hell.
I can’t do this anymore.
Please forgive me.
I beg you.
Just give me a chance, Rosebud.
Just one chance.”
A tear rolled down my cheek.
With my heart thudding inside my chest, I fisted my hands into balls.
Fierce emotions slammed into my chest in hefty waves.
“Will you forgive me, Rosebud?
Will you give me a chance?”
he asked again, his eyes searching mine for answers.
FORTY-SEVEN: I LOVE YOU
R unning my palm over the smooth fabric one more time, I took a deep breath and opened the door.
With every step, the lower part of my gown flared more, providing a feel of a princess ascending the staircase towards the prince charming of hers.
But for me, my annoying best friend stood there, not even looking at me.
She was too busy applying her dark red lipstick holding a small mirror before her face.
The light blue mermaid gown looked stunning on her.
It revealed her perfect curves.
With her honey blonde curls resting over her shoulders, she had a natural makeup on.
Her eyes snapped up to me, and her jaw dropped.
“Holy shit!”
She glanced up and down my whole structure.
“This is the first time I’m ashamed to be straight as a stick.