“I want to be your husband.”
She could feel her breath escape her nostrils in a flare. Her heart skipped a beat and the pores of her skin opened. She felt faint. Thank God she was lying down. Her fingers tingled, numb. All sensation disappeared.
Fear. The urge to run, kissed her lips and beckoned her to come in that second.’
“I want to be a better man for you,” he continued.
“I want to be with you. I don’t want to be far from you.”
The intended meaning sunk into her heart and her brain registered their intention. She could feel his hands in her’s, his cheek on her cheek, his breathe caressed the base of her temple.
‘God, I am a lucky woman’, she thought.
His love felt like exquisite chocolate caressing her esophagus. It was all she could do not to run to the hills, leaping with joy and fear simultaneously.
“Hey,” he said. “Did you hear me?”
She smiled. Words had deserted her like traitorous fiends. She drew his head to hers and held him, with every bone, muscle and flesh. They had stepped into forever.
…never letting go.
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