Harper Wilson was never one to party, she's always been an introverted person who likes reading books, chilling with her cats and watching rerun episode's of Martin. She never liked leaving her house, thus the reason she doesn't have a man. Since sh...
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I groaned rolling over in the bed, my hand landing on her thigh. The warmth of her chocolate skin early this morning sent chills down my back.
I sniffed her hair sucking in her the light memorable scent of peppermint.
Man, even in her sleep Harper smells delicious.
I wrapped my arms around her in happiness. Ever since I met her my life has been more meaningful. My background isn't so bright--and the constant problem of being accused of cheating in past relationships made me hate dating, well that's until I met Harper.
Meeting her showed me how much I loved being in a relationship, especially with someone who understands me. And she does--which makes my feelings for her grows stronger each day and I just can't help it.
I'm in love with Harper and although I told her I loved her last night and it wasn't said back to me, I know in my heart that her and I share the same mutual feelings for each other.
I close my eyes rubbing my hands on her hot skin. This--this right here is something I could get use too.
My heart tighten, realizing this is not for a long time and that her time is limited.
I mentally cursed, why would God bring me someone so great just to snatch her away from me at the end?
I swallowed hard, pushing away the upcoming emotion I was feeling. I didn't want to wake her up.
I shifted a little trying to fall back to sleep, as well as ease my mind from thinking about the time we don't have.
But, before I could drift off--I felt movement from her, I guess she was getting ready to wake up.
She turned around, making eye contact with me then broke out into a smile.
I grinned, placing my hand on her arm caressing her skin. "Good morning mamas, how you feeling?"I asked refering to her cold she had as a result of her sickness that she was trying to downplay.
She smiled, leaning in pecking my lips."Good morning to you too, and I'm okay as I can be."She spoke in her raspy voice.
I sighed, frowning. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"I asked, concerned when I heard her talk. She didn't sound like herself.
She shook her head, laying her head on my arm."I'm sure,"she replied.
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