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Part V

Part V:

The sunlight peered into the room as my fingers danced along his dark hair.

He was asleep, and it was really tranquil. He had about two more hours to spare before he usually got up. He had plenty of time to catch up on his sleep, especially since he has a day off today...

I was bare.

I think Chris put his boxers back on, but he insisted that I remain completely bare. The reason being that he wanted to awaken to something that he knows is all his...

I still can't believe he wants to get married.

Why now? Why in these circumstances?

He always told me that as soon as he has a wife, he's going to start a family ASAP. He's always been in love with the thought of little mini-Christophers running around, but I don't know if I'll be the one to give him that. Sure, almost any woman can have children, but am I ready to play Mommy? I've put my life on hold for Christopher, and married people's lives are instantly changed. You're not able to do certain things anymore when you're married. Now, I went from being sheltered to pausing everything. Everything that people have to stop doing when engaged or married are things that I never got to do, but I have no one to blame but myself.

I had four years to party, get drunk, and creep just as Christopher did, but I didn't because I knew where my heart belonged, and that was with Chris...

Christopher eventually awakened, and I knew so when his head was lifted from my chest. He looked at me, his eyes squinted because of the bright sun dead in his face, before kissing my lips despite my few seconds of protest due to morning breath. He tugged my bottom lip a couple times before finally pulling away.

"How'd you sleep?" he asked.
"Good," I nodded with a slight smile.
"How was last night?" he inquired.
I smiled at the thought.
"It was great, baby," I told him.
He smiled a full smile before pecking my lips again.

He sat up and pulled the cover away from me, revealing my body. I sat up with my back against the pillows and headboard and tried to conceal myself.

"Chris," I whined.
"Come on. I should be able to see my fiancée in the nude," he leaned toward me.

With his hands on my bare hips, he pulled me closer toward him and began kissing my neck.

"I never agreed to marry you, Christopher," I tried to scoot away from him.
"I know you will, baby... I know you," he pulled me back and continued kissing my neck.
"That's just it, Christopher! You know me inside and out, but I don't know you... I don't know you!" I repeated.

He stared at me for a moment before I pushed him off of me. I got up and picked up the shirt that I took off of him last night and slipped it on.

"Fuck you mean?" he sternly spoke.
I could feel his eyes on me as I slipped into a pair of boy shorts.
"Huh?" he nearly barked.
I ignored him and made my way out of the room.

I stormed out, despite me being a bit sore from last night. I then felt my arm being pulled, and next thing I know, I'm looking into a pair of eyes that had hurt and confusion in them.

"Réponde moi," he demanded. "Answer me."

I looked up at him, my eyes burning slightly at the tears that were about to come.

"I just don't want to marry a stranger," I spoke quietly.
"When did I become a stranger?" he asked.
"You've always been a stranger," I spoke barely above a whisper.
He stared into my eyes before pulling away from me slowly.