Forbidden Touch: A Best Friends To Lovers Romance by Iona Rose (best classic literature .txt) 📕

I tipped my chin up and Blaze brought his face down to mine.

“I want you,” I said to him after we’d kissed for a few minutes.

“We have to be careful from now on, Hot Sauce. None of that rough stuff that you like,” he said. “We’ll be careful for nine months.”

I made noises of protests. “We only need to be careful for the first three months.” I felt glad he wanted us to be gentle for a while but after the first trimester, he and I were going to go back to our usual passionate way of making love.

“Have I told you today how special you are to me?” Blaze asked, breaking the kiss to look into my eyes.

“You have but I don’t mind hearing it again,” I said.

“I love you.” Blaze kissed the tip of my nose.

I couldn’t believe it was possible to feel as happy as I did in this moment.

His hand dropped to caress my stomach.

My dreams had indeed come true. Our family was complete.

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Chapter One

Erika

I pick my phone up when a text message pings in. I roll my eyes when I see who it’s from. Jeremy. My ex-boyfriend. I broke up with him three days ago and since then, he’s texted and called me constantly. It’s ironic really because I think he’s contacted me more in the three days we’ve been separated than he did in the full four months we were dating. And that’s not because he ignored me while we were dating. It was just because while we were dating, he didn’t show me this crazy, desperate stalker like side to himself.

I already know I won’t be responding to his text message. I tried that with the first few messages I got off him after we had broken up. First I politely reminded him of why we had broken up and I told him multiple times that I didn’t want to get back with him. After that kind of message being ignored several times, I resorted to telling him in no uncertain terms not to call or text me again. And when that didn’t work, I just stopped responding. I blocked him on all of my social media accounts and I started to just ignore his calls and texts. And still, they keep coming. My God. There are some people who just can’t take a hint. And then there’s this.

Despite knowing I’m not going to be answering the message, I can’t resist taking a peek at it. I roll my eyes again when I read it. Jeremy starts out by calling me baby which I hate and he knows it. And the message only goes downhill from there.

“Baby, please just give me one more chance. I know you say it’s over, but for me it will never be over. I miss you so much and I swear if you just agree to take me back, I’ll be a better boyfriend. XXX”

The trouble is, there’s nothing Jeremy can do to change my mind about this. I didn’t end things with him because he was a bad boyfriend. I ended things with him because there was just no spark between us. He’s a nice enough guy and we did have fun together in the beginning, but there was no chemistry between us, no magic or spark when we kissed. When I saw him, I didn’t go weak at the knees or feel much of anything really. When we had sex, it was fine, but that was all it was. I don’t want to spend my life having sex that’s only fine with someone I quite like as a friend but nothing more. I want the real deal. And it seems pointless to drag our relationship out when I know for sure that Jeremy isn’t the one.

Another text message pings in while I am reading the first one. Jeez. Give me a break. I read the next message. It’s pretty much the same thing, only this time, Jeremy is pleading for me to answer the text message. He claims that he just wants to know that I’m ok, and if I say I still don’t want to get back with him, he’ll leave me alone. It feels like a trap. Like if I open communications with him again I’ll be inviting him back into my life.

I tell myself that’s stupid. If I tell him one more time we’re done, then he’ll have to accept it and then we can both move on. And if he still doesn’t get the hint, then I’ll just stop answering him once more and never get suckered into breaking my rule on that one again. I think for a moment and then I type out a response.

“I’m sorry Jeremy, what you feel I do not. It’s over. Please stop contacting me and move on with your life.”

It’s short and to the point and there’s no way Jeremy can read anything more into it than what’s there. I nod my head in approval and send the message. It’s barely left my phone when I hear another message ping in and I moan out loud in frustration. I laugh at myself when I see the name on the screen though. Jennifer. My best friend.

Her text message is much more welcome than Jeremy’s.

“Drinks later? Carl will be here to have the kids so I am freeee x.”

I type back an instant yes. It’s Sunday tomorrow so neither of us have to be at work and it’ll be good to let my hair down and have some fun, something I don’t feel like I’ve done enough off lately. I realise then that Jeremy and I rarely went out anywhere – we also seemed to be either at his place or mine. Yes, I definitely need a night out. And Jennifer and I are overdue a catch up. Since she had her second baby, we didn’t get