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My finger paused at his waistline where a whale tattoo seemed to stare at me. My index finger caressed the tattoo that was just a facade beneath the scars.
"Jona," I gulped, nervously, locking eyes with him, trapping him in between my thighs.
"I think I love you," He confessed, his face softened, and eyes filled with emotion.
The smile on my face paused as I tried to process the words he just spat out. Did he just confess his feelings to me?
"Jonathan," I whispered, and he slowly leaned forward, taking my lower lips as he pressed my waist.
I rested my back on the wall, my hands moving to his hair as my fingers played hide and seek in his full hair.
"Mmmm Jona,"
"It's fine if you don't love me. I'll wait till you are ready to fall in love again; if it's a year or two, I don't mind, I'll wait." We gazed at each other, gasping for air and our forehead resting on each other.
