Chapter 30：Smells so good. (2/2)

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”... Is there anything you're hiding from me? Something you're worried that I'll find out about and wouldn't like?”

Hearing a question like this asked so bluntly, I feel as if time stopped, and some imaginary walls are closing in on me.

... Fear.

I stiffen, and a gentle hand goes over mine.

Because of how sudden that was, I begin to laugh nervously.

Jett sets his cup down on another trivet and opens his arms.

”... Rysia... come here. Let me hold you.” He says with a genuine look of worry on his face.

Some tears spring up from my eyes, and I end up squinting a little. Everything's blurry.

I move closer to him and slowly let myself sink in his embrace.

... He smells so good.

I close my eyes, and some tears fall.

It slides down my cheeks and seeps into his soft cashmere sweater.

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I finally calm down some after he pats my back a few times.

I pull back a little so that I can rest my forehead at the base of Jett's neck.

”Okay... to be honest... I'm... I'm anxious that if you know how I'm like these days... maybe feeling 'put off' is perhaps, putting it a bit mildly.”

Looking down, I see his hand is free, so I interlace mine with his. I move back and lean on the couch as I take a big breath.

”You probably already noticed at work, but I'm... I'm a bit too dominant, and that scares pretty much a lot of guys off. I don't mean like... a bossy or naggy wife - maybe I seem too masculine instead? I seriously don't know.”

”... I also... seem kind of keen on the more odd stuff when it comes to sex as well...”

I look away.

Truthfully, I can't even bear to look into his eyes, out of fear he'll reject me just like...

My eyebrows furrow even deeper; I'm still not ready, so my eyes inadvertently darts away to the side.

”Rysia...? Shouldn't you look at me while we're talking about something serious?”

”... But... I...”

”No. Look at me. Is this the type of expression someone would make if they're rejecting you?”

... Wait. So he's not...

My eyes quickly shift back to him to check; impatience now gets the better of me as I NO longer wanted to put off the answer I've wanted for so long.

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Jett smiles gently at me and looks quite at peace from relief. My heart beats faster from how sweet he is being.

”I think you're underestimating how much I love you, you know?” He tenderly assures me.