Propose to me

AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END ✔️✔️✔️

Three months passed quickly, and our relationship took an unexpected turn. Steve started asking for sex, but I didn't want to lose my virginity until after marriage, and since I was only 18 at the time, I felt that I was too young for that and if I got pregnant by mistake, it might mean that my dream of attending college might never come true.

Thankfully, he seemed to understand after my explanation, and he stopped asking for it. Well, what I didn't know was that his patience wasn't going to last for long because when our relationship clocked four months, he started asking for it more frequently and I was getting pissed off, but I couldn't talk because I was scared that he would break up with me and leave me.

He was everything I had; I couldn't let him go, could I?

Well, I also couldn't keep watching him pester me every single time we talked, so I decided to speak to him about it.

It was the right thing...

Right?

****

So that particular day, we were both in my room, hanging out like every other couple, and then he embraced me lovingly.

He claimed my lips, and we had a very long and passionate kiss, but...

he started trespassing. He wanted to take my bra off. "Steve!!" I pulled out of his embrace.

"Steve, what the heck is your problem? Can't you just wait?" I was really angry. I thought he kissed me out of love, but it was because of sex?

"How long do I have to wait, Victoria?" he shouted as he hit the table in the room violently.

"Will you please calm down so that you won't break the only table I have in this one room of mine" I said placing my hand on his arm. "I can't even touch my own girlfriend and you are telling me to calm down?" he questioned as he removed my hand that was holding onto his arm tightly.

After I heard his words, I started to feel pitiful--it must be really hard for him.

I held his arm again, this time, tightly "It's not like that, all I am saying is that we should wait till we get married," I continued. "Baby, you have to understand" I caressed him.

"I can't even kiss you properly because you become so stiff like a log of wood when I try to initiate it," he said still yelling.

I was scared that he was going to wake the other tenants up, so I spoke calmly "Steve, you are shouting" He didn't say anything again, and just stood up and walked towards the door in a very slow manner but I was also too blind to see that.

"I was just too dumb to notice that he was actually doing that so that I could call him back," I thought as I took another sip from my coffee.

I held the hem of his shirt pulling him closer, then I placed my hand around his neck and stood on my toes. I looked into his eyes for a while before giving him a deep kiss—It was my first time initiating a kiss, and this time, it was filled with passion and love.

His hands were already going through my back but I cautioned myself and moved back a little and looked into his eyes again.

"If you are so impatient, propose to me," I said and I went back to my seat.

****

Hey Lovelies ❤️❤️,

It's Grace_Harley1 here; I want to thank you all for reading so far 🙏🙏, it's a great opportunity to have you awesome people read my book.

FORGING RESILIENCE: A TALE OF BETRAYAL, BELONGING AND TRIUMPH is a story that I just thought of because of an assignment, but I got to see it more than just an assignment after I read it on my laptop six months later.

There is so much history behind this work of art, and I literally put out my whole emotions when I wrote this.

I read somewhere that to have a great work of art, you sometimes have to put your own emotions into it.

I really hope that you guys will enjoy the journey of this lady who strived to live despite so many obstacles.

Thanks 😊.

You can also try out my other book, Contract Marriage: In Love With My Boss.

I remain Grace_Harley1, and I sign out.

Byeee