Emily POV
"Shit Emily" He whispers against my neck with his body fully tensed and his hands wrapped around me: "If you don't stop me now I won't be able to stop later."
I open my eyes and my mind is grounded by his words, I pull my hands out of his shirt, and with them, I bring Nathan's gaze back to me, right in front of my face so that he can see with his eyes the expression of certainty that flooded me to assert what he was about to say: "I don't want you to stop."
He listens to me and for a moment his world stops. He pauses and looks me straight in the eyes as if reassuring himself that what he had just said was true and brings one of his hands back up to my neck, pressing our foreheads together once more. It was time and I could already tell this was one of Nathan's favorite ways to hold me.
"Are you sure?" I nod: "Emily I need you to say it, I need you to tell me that you are sure you want this."
