Who does green lipstick?

I sit on his lap.

I snake my arms a bit tight around his neck.

He swirls his arms around my waist, trailing kisses up my neck then slowly up my lips.

He's mine.

I'm his.

And in a few weeks time, he'll be mine LEGALLY.

I'm taking off my dress when Seven suddenly stops me and pulls away.

"No. We don't have to do this."

I get off his lap, my head bowed in embarrassment as I pull away from him.

"Sorry about that," I mutter.

Seven's face is flushed. "No... No... I'm sorry..."

"You should not be sorry that you're not attracted to me. It's not your fault," I mutter as I stand from the bed.

Seven grabs my arm and pulls me back to the bed. He puts me on his lap and tucks a tendril of hair behind my ear.

"I'm attracted to you," he says gently. "God! I'm so fucking attracted to you. To your sweet face. Your colorful eyes. Your vibrant nature. Your perfect curves. Your loud laugh. The way you think. T