Pieces of Me by Pua Ramona (small books to read txt) 📕

honest. I shouldn’t be feeling any kind of way toward him, but I am still in love with him. I just don’t want him to know because there’s a lot that is broken between us. But I’m not going to say no to dancing with him. He reaches inside his pocket and pulls out his phone.

A song starts playing and I look at him. “What do you know about this song?” I ask laughing. He gets out of his chair and takes my hand. I leave the blanket on the chair and lean into him.

“Girl, just because I’m palagi it doesn’t mean that I don’t know good music” he says.

I start laughing.“I freaking love this song” I tell him as he grabs both of my hands and starts moving to the beat. He spins me then starts two stepping. We both start singing. “You don’t have to worry about a single thing. Just let me sing to you.” He lets go of my hands and starts doing his own thing. I laugh and start doing my own thing too, right along with him there on the dock. Every time the chorus comes on we literally sing so loud that his next door neighbor’s dog starts barking. We both laugh hard, but we don’t stop dancing. For a palagi boy he sure does have rhythm and it makes me love him that much more. Sing to You by John Splithoff comes to an end and just as I’m getting ready to sit down Eli wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in to him. And I don’t freak out on him. I let him pull me in closer.

Stand by Me by Ben E King starts playing and everything that surrounds us disappears and all I see is him. He twines both arms around me and I wrap mine around his neck. My head automatically lays on his chest and I can hear his heart beating. He places one hand on my head then he holds me and all I feel is the love between us. Words aren’t needed. We both know where we stand, we just have so much to figure out and my heart loves him even harder for not pushing me, but instead allowing me to go at my own pace. I pray that my heart will trust him enough for me to love him the way I want to, even if it takes us a while to find our footing, I just need my heart to be whole so I can love him the way I want to. The song finishes and we still helstand still, holding onto each other.

“Are you ready to head in?” he asks and I look up at him and see his heart painted out across his features. I push up onto my tip toes and kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you for this.” I say and I hug him tight before I collect the blanket and my empty cup before walking back to the house.

“Goodnight beautiful” he says. I look over my shoulder and he stands there with his hands in his pockets. I smile at him and walk inside the house. I go to sleep not too broken, but feeling a little uneasy at the same time. Have you ever had that feeling in the pit of your stomach that something bad is going to happen, but you just don’t know what? That's how I feel. I can’t keep my eyes open anymore so I fall asleep with worry in my heart.

I wake up the next morning to my phone buzzing non-stop. Emma isn’t in the bed. I grab my glasses that are sitting on the dresser and head to check the living room. I don’t expect to see my little girl cuddled in Eli’s arms asleep on the recliner. I’m feeling so many emotions that I can’t get my feet to move. I stand there and watch how comfortable they are with each other. I’m not sure when she woke up, but I’m sure it was probably because she was hungry. I check the time and see it’s only six in the morning.

It’s been a couple of days since we’ve been back. I don’t want to wake them so I tiptoe to the kitchen to make some coffee. I can feel my heart beating so fast. Seeing Eli holding Emma is doing something freaking crazy to my heart. If only. I can’t reach the fucking coffee mugs in this giants house, so I try climbing on top of the counter so I could snag one. I feel an arm wrap around my waist and it scares the shit out of me.

“What the hell Eli? You scared me you fucking shit head!” He lifts me in his arms and sits my ass back down on top of the counter.

“You could’ve hurt yourself. What were you even doing up there?” he says with a frown.

“I couldn’t reach the coffee mug so I thought I would climb for it.” I tell him, feeling like an idiot.

He reaches over me and my stupid perverted eyes can’t help themselves. I see a strip of abs as his shirt rises with the movement and I feel my face flush. Of course my eyes kept moving lower and I’m caught off guard when I see that he’s hard underneath his pajama bottoms. My ears are ringing and my face feels like it's on fire.

“Stop staring, Sina,” he says quietly.

I cover my eyes with both hands and try to play it off by saying “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I hear him put the mugs on the counter then his hands are on my hips. He steps right in between my legs and I feel myself getting turned on.

“I’m not going to do anything to you babe, I just want you to know that you do this to me.” He rubs himself on me gently and I moan lightly. He puts his hand over