Noah Everett
"We should talk," Branson says, as he comes into my office. Raising my brows, set down the papers I was rereading for the hundredth time.
"What's up pups?" I lean back in my seat, my eyes roaming him.
"I'm not ready to say it back" he blurts, as he starts pacing "I don't know how i feel, and this whole thing is just overwhelming for me. And I don't want to hurt your feelings. I really don't. But i just am-"
"Hey" I crossed the room, grabbing his hands. "It's fine, I figured you weren't ready. And that's okay. You can't force this, and i definately would never want you too. It's fine baby "I place a gentle kiss on his temple, and his body relaxes.
"Okay" he whispers, and I pull his body into mine. Taking in his warmth.
"Don't stress yourself out over it, okay?" I kis
