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This is Brian's POV:
I hate this little twat. He tempts me to eat a spoonful of strawberry cake or vanilla ice cream, which means I have to spend an extra 10 minutes at the gym. He suddenly pulls away right when I'm deeply engrossed in a kiss. When I'm seriously working at Kinnetik, he drops by unexpectedly, and his unique scent lingers in the office, making it impossible for me to concentrate. He carefully cooks a delicious dinner for me, but leaves the kitchen in a mess. Every time we lie in bed before going to sleep, he casually throws his right leg over me. When I finally summoned up the courage to propose to him, he rejected me.
But, is this really a big deal? If I keep fussing over these little things, I might lose something far more precious ----- the person I love the most and I can't live without him,or I'd be a mess. I'd sink into depression, my heart would break, and my life would be plunged into darkness...
All I can do is to indulge in a sweet kiss when he feeds me dessert, lick the cream off his lips, and try to accept that high - calorie food. (What's wrong with having a bite? I should be nice to myself!) When he tries to end the kiss, I immediately grab his hand, push him against the wall, and continue to kiss his sweet and soft lip, gently bite his blushing ear, and caress his smooth neck.
(In fact, I want to fuck him as a punishment ----- I’m a devil!!!) We keep going until we're both out of breath, but I still don't want to let him go.
When he visits my office, I'll run over and hug him right away, invite him to sit on my lap. I can press my nose against his shoulder and take a deep breath of his unique fragrance.I'll interlace my fingers with his left hand while gently stroking his cheek with the other. We kiss and embrace tightly.
(Work can wait; enjoying the moment is matter.) I don't let go until I have to say goodbye reluctantly. Only when I release my hand do I manage to put aside distractions and focus on work. Amazingly, every time this happens,I become extremely focused and energetic, allowing me to efficiently finish everything I need to do.
After work every day, coming home to delicious food makes me feel happy. The messy kitchen is the "battlefield" where Justin fought his "battle" with food. I know how hard he cooks for me every day. As a token of my deep gratitude, I always chat with him while cleaning up the kitchen - wiping the table, washing the dishes, and mopping the floor.
Whenever he puts his leg on my tummy, instead of resisting. I quietly snuggle under his arm, enjoying his touch. I can empty my mind, either fix my eyes on Justin's small white hands as he draws on the drawing board or reads a book, or look at the bright moon outside the window while the gentle breeze sways the off - white curtains. I always feel that the room is so quiet, and all the stuff seem to be still. But it's not a cold or awkward silence; it's a kind of inner peace. It's truly wonderful to be quietly with the one I love!
He rejected my proposal, but that doesn't stop me from buying a country manor, the car he likes, and opening a branch in New York. I sincerely hope I can live with him forever. If someone asks me why I do this, I'll answer without hesitation, "It’s for my prince~~~" I might blush a little, but my heart is firm: "To prove to the person I love how much I love him, that I would do anything... I ‘d be anything to make him happy."
Thinking about it this way, Justin isn't so bad after all. He's naughty, but he loves me. He would never do anything stupid to hurt or deceive me. I trust him, and I love him. He's the only one I truly love.