Pieces of Me Pua Ramona (read me a book txt) 📖

my mouth and says “Shh! I’m not going to fuck you Sina. And trust me, I want nothing more than to fuck you on this counter.” I can feel my freaking granny panties getting wetter. Gross. “But when you’re ready to have me inside of you, I won’t be fucking you.” He kisses my neck. “I’ll be making love to you instead,” he whispers. He sucks on my ear lobe then kisses my forehead. Fucking asshole. He lifts me off the counter and says “Are you hungry?” I can’t find my freaking words so I shake my head no. He smiles then pours me a cup of coffee. “How did you sleep?” he asks.

I take a sip of my coffee and say, “I must have slept well because I didn’t realize that Emma even left the bed.”

He takes a drink of his and says “I came to get me a drink of water early this morning and saw her on the couch crying.” I set my cup down so I could go to her, but he grabs my hand and pulls me to him. “She’s okay babe. I told her that I was going to come get you, but she asked me no to. She asked if I could sit with her and just talk about nothing.”

My eyes burn and he moves my hair out of the way and says, “She’s sad about her baby brother and her uncle, but she didn’t want you to worry. She said you didn’t deserve to cry anymore.” I felt my tears on my cheeks. “You’ve raised an amazing little girl Sina, she’s the smaller version of you and you should be proud of that.” He uses his fingers to wipe my tears. “It’s okay to let someone else do all the heavy lifting for you. It doesn’t make you weak babe, it makes you human.”

“Thank you for being here for Emma. I know she’s missed out on having her dad around, but I thought I was doing the right thing.” I say as I rest my face against his chest and hold him to me.

“Michael’s a good guy Sina” he says. I move so I can look at him. “He knows he fucked up a good thing with you and he regrets it” he says.

“And how do you know this?” I ask.

“Because he said so himself when we were in the waiting room. I don’t know what your relationship is with him, but I think you should give him a chance to be a dad to that beautiful little girl.” I know he’s right, but I hate that he is. “Stop rolling your damn eyes” he chuckles. “If you can forgive Becca then I’m sure you have a little bit more room in that big heart of yours to forgive him too.”

I look at him and say, “Says the guy that keeps messing up.”

He pinches my side and says “Low blow. I’m sure your parents warned you about guys who fuck up a lot.” I can’t get away from him and his tickles that feel like little pin needles.

“Is that supposed to be you tickling? Because if it is then I’m sorry to tell you but that’s hurting more.”

He laughs and says “That’s a manly tickle smartass.”

I laugh. “Okay, okay stop” I say and he makes an attempt to tickle me one last time before pulling on my messy bun.

“I love hearing you laugh, it’s a pretty sound” he says.

I blush, “Oh shut up!”

He smiles and says “If you want, I’m okay with you inviting Michael over to visit you and Emma.” Again, my heart falls for this guy hard. He pulls me in for another hug and says, “You deserve to have all that weight on your shoulders lifted. I know, it’s easier said than done but maybe it’s time for you to let go and allow yourself to breathe for you.”

That’s all it takes for me to realize that he was it for me. Yes, we have a lot of work and learning to do, but Eli calms me and every single crazy thought I have in my head. When he’s around me, breathing is easier. My heart still aches, but he fills the empty spaces where the broken pieces used to be. Yes, he’s set in his own demanding ways, but I know he means well. Even when he’s being a complete asshole and he makes me cry I know somewhere deep down he’s an amazing man. Now, I’m not saying that it’s okay for a man to hurt you and make you cry, because it’s not. But when your souls are connected and your hearts seem to find the same rhythm and you know without question that he’s the one, then he is the right one for you.

We all have our reason why we do, say, and feel the way we do because it’s somehow tied to our past. He has his and I have my own. I don’t want to fix him, heck no. I just want him to realize that I only want to love him with all of me. I want him to know that he completes my soul. I’m pretty sure that some people would say that it’s impossible to feel this way for someone who you hardly know. But there comes a time when you find the one person who could break you in pieces, but will love you unconditionally with all of his. When you can’t picture a life without that person, then without a doubt he or she was put on this earth not only to love you, but to make sure that whatever heavy load life’s giving you that they’re willing to carry it with you. Not ahead of you or behind you, but to carry it by your side. And that is how Eli makes me feel.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asks.

I smile at him and say, “Nothing.”

He leans in and kisses me on