He smiles, gesturing to my chest. “Your breasts are bigger and when I touch you”—he slides his hand to the side of my breast and brushes them easily as I jerk—“you’re sensitive.”
I’ve hoped, but I wasn’t sure. “If I am, you’re going to have to marry me sooner rather than later. My dad will not be happy...”
“Done. We’ll do it today.... after we leave here.”
“Daniel...”
He hugs me against him. “We can have the bigger wedding later, any time you want, but I need you to be my wife now... no more waiting.”
I barely get the words out to agree and Daniel’s hollering for the doctor down the hallway. When he comes back, the doctor’s glasses are on his face sideways and he’s straightening them. “Okay, so I guess we’re ready then,” he says as Daniel lets go of his lab coat.
Thirty minutes later, we’re leaving with a little black and white printout of our baby and a prescription for vitamins.
We’re standing outside, hovering over the little picture when Daniel breaks the silence. “Are you happy?”
I look at the little miracle on the paper and then up at him. “I can honestly say I’ve never been happier.”
He kisses my lips, holding me close. “I’m going to be even happier when you are my wife.”
I stand on my tiptoes and put my arms around his neck. “How come I feel like you’re going to stalk me even more now?”
He looks at me innocently. “You can count on it.”
“Okay.”
His eyebrows raise in surprise. “Okay? You don’t mind?”
“I don’t mind. I sort of like it.”
He leans down and nuzzles into my neck. His hand cups my ass and squeezes as his hot breath brushes my ear. “Good girl.”
Never Been Kissed
Hope Ford
Chapter1
Jared
Idon’t second guess myself, I hit send.
I’m sure that Krissy is wondering “What the hell, why is the nerd from high school contacting me?” But I figure after all this time, and so many missed opportunities, it is now or never.
My brother Jason is getting married in two days. The photographer cancelled and Jason and his bride-to-be are both freaking out. Without even thinking about it, I told them I knew someone perfect and would take care of it for them. As soon as they said “photographer,” Krissy, the woman I’ve loved since high school, popped into my head. Not that she’s ever far from my thoughts, though.
Even back then I knew I was in love with her. And I’m not talking about a small crush that you have and then wake up one day realizing it wasn’t for real. No. I’m talking about bona fide, heart-racing love that about takes your breath away.
In high school, she was smart, popular, the homecoming queen and head cheerleader. All of those things are great, but the real her, well, she’s amazing. She never had an unkind word for anyone, she didn’t care if you were popular or not, she was willing to be your friend. She almost always rooted for the underdog. And when she talked to you, you felt like you were the only person that mattered.
And four years ago, I finally worked up enough nerve to ask her out. I stare at my computer screen, lost in thought about my senior year of high school.
It was one of those rare times that she wasn’t surrounded by people. She was walking down the hallway and for the first time her head was hung down low. She was usually smiling at everyone and everything. I stood up straighter, shoved my books into my locker and then shut it easy before striding to the middle of the hallway so I could talk to her.
She kept walking and instead of moving out of the way, I gripped her shoulders. A sob left her lips and I didn’t know what to say to her. Talking to people is not really my thing. I went through four years of this school and probably only talked to ten people. I was the class nerd. I wore glasses and I was the smartest person in the school. When she still didn’t look up at me, I asked her quietly, “Krissy, are you okay?”
She shrugged her shoulders and because I didn’t know what to do, I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. It was the closest I had ever been to a girl and I could feel my body reacting in unusual ways. I counted to ten in my head, trying to calm myself, but having her in my arms was everything.
She was rigid at first, but then she softened and her arms went around my waist.