Chapter 6

Veronica POV

Mick had still seemed uneasy from the events of the practice. I had to reassure him multiple times that I wasn't going anywhere and that his friends didn't interest me. "Fucking kids." He muttered to himself. "Babe, it's alright. Don't worry about them. They mean nothing to me." I reassured him once again. "It's not you I'm worried about. I trust you. It's just them I don't trust. They can get any girl in their grasp, and that's exactly what they did with all my other girlfriends I've had. My relationships never lasted past a year because of them." He said as his voice broke mid sentence. "Well, all of those girls really don't know how good of a man you are, not to mention, you're killer in bed." I told him as I fixed his robe. He smiled at me. "How did I get so lucky?" He asked. "I'm the lucky one." I said as I placed a soft kiss to his lips.

"I've always loved how soft your lips are." He mumbled against me. "I always loved when you would kiss me over and over and tell me how you would never leave me just like you did last night." I said as I kissed him again. He smiled against my lips and picked me up. 

Mick placed me softly on the couch. His movements were slow and caring. Almost as if he was afraid he was going to miss something if he moved too fast for his liking. He stiffly climbed on top of me and laid down on me and kissed me softly, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. His words weren't rushed or stern, but slow and sensual. His hands grabbed onto my waist and rubbed my thighs. His fingers rubbed soft soothing motions on my skin as I hooked my leg over his torso and snuggled my face into his neck and placed soft kisses on his sweet spot. He giggled a bit and then kissed my cheek. 

"Babe, can I talk to you about something?" I asked. I was a bit nervous for this. "Sure, what's going in in that pretty little head of yours, hm?" He asked. "I was on the phone with my parents last night, and they wanna meet you. The only reason I'm worried is they know who you are and they're concerned about your age." I said as tears formed in my eyes at the thought of not being able to be with Mick. "We'll work something out, babe. Maybe when they see how good we are together, they'll the age gap go." Mick suggested. "Maybe." I said as a single tear trailed down my face. He wiped it away with his thumb. 

I pulled Mick close to me and kissed him like it was our last. A few tears slipped as we kissed. I couldn't bare the thought of not being with Mick. Although all those years ago when he said those things, I still loved him, and up until a few nights ago, I hated myself for it. I tried to fall in love with Chris or try to make myself feel something every time I said that I loved him back, but in reality I knew there was only one person I could say it to and really mean it. Deep down, Chris knew there was someone else I would rather say those 3 words to. But it was something we left unspoken. 

My lips remained on Mick's, barely ever pulling back for air. Our tongues massaged each other. Slowly, I ended up pushing Mick on the couch to allow me to straddle him, our lips never separating. "We should probably call your parents and set a date to meet up with them." Mick said before reataching out lips. "Yah. I guess we should." I said hesitantly.

To be continued...