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?

anything but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

forgave me and he gave me another chance. He wants us to

so happy. It makes my heart pound and hurt in so much

rose and it eventually showed an amused

with me for so long. How stupid was I not to notice

and protruded it afterwards. 1 feel like

gently caressed my cheek, removing the strands of hair on my

Who wouldn't when I have a beautiful and amazing girl beside me, watching me sleep, making me fall

maturity on his face was evident in a good

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

you want?"

smiled and put my pressed palms under my pillow. "Anything as long as my wedding

if listening to me entertains him

it. I like spending

A quality time, they say.

intertwined our fingers. I was amazed by how my fingers

compliments each

A ghost of a smile was on his lips and his brown