Chapter 3
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Hold On To Me!
Myra
[Warning s****l Conduct]
The next morning was waking to pure bliss. I lay there in Fletchers embrace. He loved me. I loved him. It was something I never had before in my life. Normally I was in love with a man and he did not feel the same way as I did about him.
Or he did, and our timing was way off. This though, this was real love. I smile. I was awake before Fletcher was. I did not want to move from his embrace as I lay on his chest. He looked so peaceful there resting with me.
I had to be at work in a half an hour. It was right downstairs, so I had plenty of time to get ready.
A yawn escapes my lips. I close my eyes again. "Moring love" I hear him say softly.
"Morning Fletch. How did you sleep?" I ask him.
"Like a baby" he chuckles.
He leans down to where we were now face to face. His lips meet mine. He groans as our kiss deepens. His curly dark hair hung in his face. My hand caresses his cheek as we kiss. I feel his erection awakened pressing on my leg. He rolls me on the bottom.
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"We have a half an hour, right?" he says playfully as he glances over at the alarm clock on my nightstand.
I nod. He lifts my night gown up over my head. He begins to nibble kisses on my neck. I tingle with pleasure. He helps me remove my panties. I feel my hands sliding down his underwear. Off the boxers go.
He nibbles kisses along my neck then back to my lips. I see him stroking his manhood in the palm of his hand. "Ready baby?" he whispers to me. I nod as I wrap my arms around his neck. I feel him sliding into my entrance.
We become one. Body and soul. He groans with pleasure as he thrusts into me further. He lifts my right leg up as he rocks into me. His hand caresses the bottom of my foot. Causing a tickle from the bottom. I bite my lip as I feel my body explode with emotions for him.
He comes back down to me. Thrusting with my body. Hands touching. Roaming. Exploring. Tasting. Until we had our fill of each other. We rest in each other's arms after we were done. I had fifteen minutes left to get ready for work here.
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"Mind if I hop in your shower before I head to the garage? I will lock up?" he asks me. I nod. He kisses my shoulder.
"Go for it. I better go soon here" I sigh. I hated to get up. Leave him. But we both had jobs and we had to get back into the real world. I wish we could stay here all day long. "I better not be late" I giggle. "Will you come by after work?" I ask hopefully.
"I can stay the night if you will have me. Unless you are getting sick of me" he jokes. I shake my head no.
"Of course, not Fletcher. I would love that! That really gives me something to look forward to during my work day" I promise him as I lean in planting a kiss on his lips.
"Great! See you after work. I get off around eight" he warns me.
I grin. "See you then!" I tell him. "Let me get ready then the shower is all yours" I say to him. "Love you" I say as I kiss him before I leap out of bed.
"Love you babe" I hear him say as I rush to the bathroom after grabbing some clean fresh clothing from my closet.
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I get dressed. Freshen up. Wash my face and brush my teeth. Then pull my hair up for the day out of my face. Because I did not have time to fancy it up. I never felt so happy before. I was in a great mood.
All because of handsome Fletcher. I head out of the bathroom. He his heading in there wearing nothing but a towel around his middle. He stops me for a kiss as he heads in the bathroom.
I run in the bedroom to grab my cell phone before I head out. I knock over Fletchers pants from my chair. I go to pick them back up. And lay them back where he could find them.
A small box falls out of his pants pocket. I pick it up. What was it? My hands shake. It looked like a box for an engagement ring. But he had not asked me to marry him. Why did he have this? Maybe it was something else inside of the box. I had to open the box.
I knew that I should not look. That I should place the box back in his pants. If Fletcher wanted me to see this he would tell me. I groan. I had to know what this was. Right now! Curiousness was getting the better of me. I open the box.
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I gasp. Inside was a princess cut diamond engagement ring. If he was going to ask me to marry him what made him change his mind last night? Maybe he did not want to marry me. Maybe all this bliss was all in my head??
Confusion settles in my soul as my heart begin to ache. I could not flat out ask him why he had the ring. Or when he was going to ask me to marry him. Or what made him decide not to ask me. I quickly place the ring back in his pants.
I rush out of there and head down to work. Tears blur my vision. He must have decided to not ask me to marry him. Was he going to break things off with me? He had called back home. I thought back on everything we said last night to each other. It did not make sense. My hands shake as I try to get it out of my head. I fight back tears.
I rush to the little bathroom there in the store. I have a little cry. Then regained my composure. I dry my tears then head out ready for the work day. I get my phone out.
I text Fletcher. "I got my period. I am going to sleep later tonight. Feeling tired. Can we make it another night? Rain check?" I text him. I needed to have a night to me. Just for now. He messages me back. "Sure, is everything okay?" he asks me. "Fine, just fine" I text back. "Love you" he answers back. "Love ya" I answer.
I hated to lie. But my heart was hurting right now.
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Stephanie comes in with the mail for the store. She rushes to greet me. "How was it? Did he ask you to marry him?" she begs to know.
"No, he was. But he did not" I tell her. Her face falls with a shocked look.
"What?!" she asks me.
I tell her about finding the ring.
"Everything was going well. At least I thought so. But he did not want to marry me. He chose not to ask me" I say as my lower lip trembles.
"No, he loves you. Maybe he got cold feet. That happens to guys. I know love. You guys love each other. He is going to ask you. Wait and see" she declares. I was glad she thought so. I was not so sure.
"I hope you are right" I say as I force a weak smile.
Tears wanted to surface. How I was going to get through this day was anyone's guess. All I wanted to do was to hide in my covers and stay in bed and nurse these wounds I was feeling inside.
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