I Think I'm Falling For You♥

I Think I'm Falling For You♥; Chapter 6

Recap:

"I'm glad we did that."

"I am too,"

"I'm glad you were my first," She whispered, and it killed me to know I couldn't say the same back.

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Chapter 6

I loved her with all of my heart, and while I hadn't been a virgin for quite some time, I might as well have been. I had never felt anything like that before. While I was experienced with other girls in that general subject, it had never been anyone that I had truly loved. It had never been anyone I cared about. And, the few times it occurred, it was when I was going through a rough time in my life. Whether it was a death in the family, or just a stupid fight with Alex, it was hard for me, and I turned to sluts.

I pushed her backwards onto the bed, falling next to her. We were both still tired, but now, the only difference between this moment and minutes before, we were fully dressed.

"Hey, Gorgeous," I whispered into the smell of apples.

"Hi," She rolled over, pulling her apple scented hair up into a ponytail.

I pouted, grunting.

"Aw, baby, you like my hair?" She laughed, making fun of me.

It's not my fault that I'm in love with every part of the girl. And, the smell of her hair only makes our love stronger. Wow, sounds pedo-ish.

"Mm," I mumbled, groaning and rubbing my eyes.

My hands shot straight up, my arms stretching out well above my head. I turned my hand and looked at my beautiful girlfriend laying next to me, and I silently promised her that I would never hurt you. My hands returned to their original place, wrapped around Alex's body.

"What time is it?" She mumbled.

"Four."

"Afternoon four? Or morning four?"

"Look out the window," I mumbled, knowing by the amount of light flooding into the room, it was definitely not four in the morning.

"Your big head's in the way," She mumbled back, poking my nose. I grabbed her wrist and held her hand there. I started nibbling on her finger, and she started giggling uncontrollably. I let out a few short laughs, and her eyes met mine quickly. I rolled on top of her and kissed her forehead.  She laid on her back, her eyes sparkling into mine as I laid on her clothed stomach. I grabbed her left arm and kissed every marking on it, and then I did the same to her right, allowing her left to fall down to her side before grabbing it.

Then, I slid down her body, lifting her shirt half way up. I folded it over her bra so all that was showing was her scared stomach. And, carefully, sure to not even miss one, I kissed every single one of her dozens of scars that were spread across her skin. She giggled a few times as my lips tickled her stomach.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." I mumbled against each scar, "Stop hurting yourself."

"I will. I promise."

I looked up at her, my chin resting on her stomach. Our eyes met again, and she smiled, "Thank you."

"For what?" I questioned.

"For doing this. For loving me like this."

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For stopping. For promising me to never hurt yourself again. For being such an amazing person, and giving me someone to love."

"I love you, Joshy."