Niccolo
I made the decision a month ago, actually.
“Niccoló stop joking,”
I pull her under my body, resting on my hands over her body as her chest heaving deliciously.
“Oh I'm not joking. I'm gonna marry you,” I press a kiss to her neck.
“Why?” Is her skeptical response.
“Why not? What are you now? What are we doing? You're my heart, Manon.”
She swallows roughly.
“Manon, you and I were are...we are forever. We can't stay away from each other, maybe it's cause we shouldn't.”
She doesn't seem too convinced. I'm sure she thinks I have some ulterior motive, and her mind is working overtime to find it.
So she can call me on my s**t.
But it's no s**t to this one.
“Manon,” I rumble, looking into her eyes. She likes when I do that, look at her under my lashes, biting my lip, call her n
