Bestfriend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby by TheBlues

Kelly's

POV

The familiar touch of his fingers. The familiar graze of his tongue. The affectionate gaze of his blue eyes. The gentleness of his voice. Everything about him makes me weak and strong at the same time. He makes me excited. He makes me nervous. He makes me feel

pain. He makes me feel joy. I feel like without him, I cannot function well anymore.

I rolled on the right side of the bed and my eyes found a bare back of a man, sleeping peacefully beside

1. me.

I could still feel his touch. The remnants of his fingers and kisses all over my body remained and I can't help but to reminisce about what happened between us last night. How he confessed that he's deeply in love with me. How he proposed and how he kissed me hungrily.

I pressed my lips together and slowly lifted my hand. The tip of my fingertips gently touched the skin of his shoulder. It was hardened from his muscles and it felt so warm. I want to touch him all day and night.

"You wanna make love again?" Pierce's hoarse voice startled me.

Slowly, he lay on his back and turned to me. His eyes immediately found mine and I couldn't help but stare at him nervously.

He proposed marriage to me last night. We made love. He told me he's deeply in love with me. Everything about it is real right? I wasn't dreaming, right?

bring myself to do it. I was still in awe. I still can't forget what happened last

and he gave me another chance. He wants us

makes my heart pound and

of his lips slowly rose and it eventually showed an amused

so long. How stupid was I not

pursed my lips and protruded it afterwards. 1

gently caressed my cheek, removing

I have a beautiful and amazing girl beside me, watching me sleep, making me fall

face. He never changes aside from his physical features over the years. The maturity on his face was evident in a good way. He's handsome years ago but he's become

side. "Where do you wanna get married? What kind of wedding

you want?"

palms under my pillow. "Anything as long as my wedding gown's veil would still reach the door entrance while I'm

as if listening to

like it. I like

like this. A quality time, they say. And

slowly intertwined our fingers. I was amazed by how my fingers

thing about us compliments each other. It's like we're made for each

of a smile was on his lips and his brown eyes