"Now why don't you be a good girl for daddy and open that pretty little mouth of yours, my darling," he demanded, with my lips coming in contact with his thumb.
A blush creeping onto my cheeks as I began to suck, looking up into his eyes. He gritted...
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╰┈➤ Janie And Her Parents—
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I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly after the seemingly pressing about me living with him.
"Janie." He sighed out as I uncomfortably pressed my lips together. It wasn't a no, but I was nervous and scared. It wasn't him, it was me. I had trust issues about this and it wasn't his fault at all. I sighed to myself, going through my closet for something to wear tonight.
"You don't need to act like that." He stated as I pulled down the white dress I picked hung from the hanger. I slid it into my book bag and turned to face him with a shaking head.
Seeing himself getting comfortable on my bed, making me reply back, "act like what exactly?" I confusedly asked.
I watched him sit up, silence invading my space, making me look down with no response, making me gulp out, "I have to start cleaning." I turned around and walked out of my room. I had to hurry and clean the mess downstairs, I had so much to do it felt like.
I felt my arm being pulled back by Stephen grabbing me and pulling me towards him, forcing me to look him in the eyes as he finally began talking.
"You know exactly how your acting. I just want you to be comfortable with me, not act different because of asking you-," he began, making me look down as he finished his sentence, "-to move in with me." He tilted his head at me, causing a gulp to leave my throat.
I hoped the awkwardness between us would somehow disappear, but it still didn't, mostly because it was all caused by me. He continued to seemingly press me about it continuously. But maybe I was the source of awkwardness and it wasn't that I didn't want to, deep down I really did. But I just had so much pent up fear that told me not to.
"I'm sorry, your right. I-It's not that I don't want to Stephen," I apologized, shaking my head, before I finished, "just give me time to think about it, please."
I rubbed my temples in stress, feeling his hold loosen on my hand, his thumb gently and slowly making its way over the back of my palm.
"Don't be sorry. I just don't want you acting different over something I said." He sighed out, making me shake my head. I felt bad, I didn't want him thinking it was all his fault, it was anything but that. I had actually genuinely felt safe and comforted and as much as I didn't like to admit things like this, I had felt loved for once, yet here I was beginning to self-sabotage it all. I felt like there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Quickly, I blurted out. "It's not you, Stephen." I gulped out, weaseling my way out of his hold and down the stairs into my living room.
"I just don't have a confident answer on it right now." I confessed, hearing him come down the stairs behind me, my eyes diverting from the mess in the living room to behind me to see him making his way closer to me.
