Harrison’s eyes darkened, and his hand, which had been wiping her mouth, froze.
After a two-second pause, he gently pinched her cheek. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Anastasia let out a little humph. "It's not nonsense…"
She trailed off as she registered his reaction, realizing her offhand joke had perhaps struck a nerve. A belated blush warmed her cheeks. She stole a glance at him before turning and wrapping her arms around him. "Hubby," she whispered, "when can we…?"
Harrison had always been careful to use protection.
Understanding her meaning, Harrison’s breath caught. He ran a large hand through her hair and said in a husky voice, "A little longer, sweetheart. You're still young."
Anastasia pouted. "I'm not that young."
With a sigh of resignation, Harrison leaned down and kissed her lips. "Darling, you're still in school. I don't want to get in the way of your studies."
The thought of having a child with her was incredibly tempting, and he was impatient for it. But she was still so young, with a whole career ahead of her. He didn't want to be that selfish. Before he met her, he’d imagined that if he ever fell in love, his possessiveness would compel him to keep his partner by his side forever, never letting her fly free.
But holding her now, he knew he couldn't bear to do that. The selfish thoughts were there, but he couldn't bring himself to impose them on her.
Anastasia sensed his inner turmoil and was overcome with a wave of emotion. She hugged him tighter, snuggling into his embrace.
After a moment, she couldn't resist asking in a small voice, "So when can we?"
Harrison threaded his long fingers through her hair. "When you graduate from college."
Anastasia’s bright eyes drooped. "But that's so far away…"
He chuckled, kissing her eyelids. "You're almost a junior."
…He had a point.


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