and along his tight stomach muscles. He shuddered from the sensations I sent through him. I knew every freckle, every scar, every inch of his body
“Do you have to go?” I whispered in his ear, pressing my mouth to his neck.
“Yes, my temptress.” He laughed. This time it was his turn to wiggle out of
my clutch.
I watched him walking away, admiring his tan body. The shower turned on,
and I waited until I knew he would be nice and soapy. Quietly slipping behind
the shower curtain, I let the water drip on me as I wrapped my arms around him.
He jumped in surprise before whipping around and kissing me deeply.
Abruptly, his mouth broke from mine. He turned me around and pulled me
towards him. It was my turn to shudder as his hot breath against my neck sent chills throughout my body.
“I love you, Caitlyn. I can’t imagine my life without you,” he murmured, his
strong arms, holding me tighter
I froze.
In the nine months we had been together, he never said those words. He was
going to eventually move to LA. He was my long-term fling, who would leave
me, one day. When he moved, I planned to visit him, but I never thought of permanency. He was my ‘right now.’
His arms released me, and I felt a twinge of disappointment. I worried that my lack of response had upset him. When I turned to face him, he was on bended knee, water drenching him.
“What are you doing?” My voice cracked.
“Caitlyn Elizabeth Chase, I am madly, deeply, and insanely in love with you.
You are my yesterday, my today, and I want you to be my tomorrow. I want you
to be my wife,” he declared.
“This is so impulsive.”
“No.” He jumped up. “I have wanted to do this for several months. I’ve been
thinking about it since Colorado.”
I clearly did not hide my look of doubt well enough. Our trip would confuse
the clearest mind to think we were in love; it had been so intense. It was too soon to fall in love. Our weekend had been nothing more than a passionate affair.
Wasn’t it? We both enjoyed the time that we spent together but could our feelings be deeper?
“Seriously. Stay here.” He hopped out of the shower.
When the sound of his bare feet slapping on the tile ended, I sighed and slipped under the stream of warm water. He is joking. He must be joking. But, what if he isn’t?
The curtain waved, his shadow outlined on the other side. Peeking out, I saw
Jeremy naked, except for a black bow tie. Once again, he was kneeling, but this
time he held out a burgundy box. I pulled back the cloth dividing us, and he caught my hand.
“Marry me,” he insisted.
The feelings I had been holding back flooded me. A single tear that dared to
release flowed down my cheek.
With the flip of his thumb, he opened the box. Nestled inside was a pear halo
engagement ring. The larger diamond was encircled with smaller diamonds, and
the delicate platinum band had five sapphires on each side. It was beautiful.
“If you don’t like it, we will get a new one. If you want me to propose in front of an audience, I’ll do it. Just say yes. Caitlyn, we are meant to be forever.”
His words were confident.
