just around the bend of the coastline.
“Ready
for another dip?” Grant asked.
“Mmm,
just a minute,” I said, snuggling up to his side. “I just
want to treasure this moment a little bit longer.”
“Well,
with a reason like that,” Grant said, sliding his strong arms
around me, “feel free to take all the time you need.”
The
past week had been amazing: snorkeling in the shallows and scuba
diving in the coral reefs during the day, dances and fancy banquet
dinners at night. We had hiked through leafy green jungles, visited
quaint cafes where the scent of coffee mingled with pineapple and the
sea-salt air, walked hand in hand through the moonlit streets, just
talking and enjoying each other’s company.
Grant
pulled out a sunscreen bottle and began to massage the
coconut-scented lotion into my skin. He also took the opportunity to
stroke my legs, teasing at the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, his
hand slowly traveling higher and higher.
“You’re
incorrigible,” I told him with a light smack to his arm that
did nothing to discourage him. After all, I hardly wanted him to
stop.
“I’m
purely and nobly concerned for the safety of your skin,” he
said with a straight face. He leaned over, murmuring just before his
lips met mine: “After all, it’s very important to watch
what you eat.”
He
kissed me sensually, and I reached up to cradle his face as I kissed
him back, reveling in the taste of his lips, the assurance of his
touch. He was strong and warm and mine, all mine. My beautiful, kind
Grant.
“I
wish we never had to leave,” I whispered when we finally pulled
apart, staring into those eyes even bluer than the sea we lay by. “I
wish we could stay like this forever.”
He
stroked my cheek. “I don’t know about ‘here,’
but I can certainly assure you on the ‘forever.’”
And
then I felt a ring being slid onto my finger.
I
looked down and gasped, and then looked up into his eyes, uncertain
whether to believe that this was really happening, that he was really
saying what I thought he was saying.
“You
are the sun of my life,” Grant said solemnly. “You warm
my heart. You shed light on all my dreams and the ways to make them
come true. I find my entire existence revolving around you, and I
wouldn’t have it any other way.” He crooked a shy smile.
“Even if it means trying an astonishing variety of quinoa-based
dishes with your mother. I would not have you any other way, and I
would not have anyone but you. Marry me, Lacey Newman? For real this
time.”
And
what do you think I said?
“Yes!”
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“Ready
for another dip?” Grant asked.
“Mmm,
just a minute,” I said, snuggling up to his side. “I just
want to treasure this moment a little bit longer.”
“Well,
with a reason like that,” Grant said, sliding his strong arms
around me, “feel free to take all the time you need.”
The
past week had been amazing: snorkeling in the shallows and scuba
diving in the coral reefs during the day, dances and fancy banquet
dinners at night. We had hiked through leafy green jungles, visited
quaint cafes where the scent of coffee mingled with pineapple and the
sea-salt air, walked hand in hand through the moonlit streets, just
talking and enjoying each other’s company.
Grant
pulled out a sunscreen bottle and began to massage the
coconut-scented lotion into my skin. He also took the opportunity to
stroke my legs, teasing at the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, his
hand slowly traveling higher and higher.
“You’re
incorrigible,” I told him with a light smack to his arm that
did nothing to discourage him. After all, I hardly wanted him to
stop.
“I’m
purely and nobly concerned for the safety of your skin,” he
said with a straight face. He leaned over, murmuring just before his
lips met mine: “After all, it’s very important to watch
what you eat.”
He
kissed me sensually, and I reached up to cradle his face as I kissed
him back, reveling in the taste of his lips, the assurance of his
touch. He was strong and warm and mine, all mine. My beautiful, kind
Grant.
“I
wish we never had to leave,” I whispered when we finally pulled
apart, staring into those eyes even bluer than the sea we lay by. “I
wish we could stay like this forever.”
He
stroked my cheek. “I don’t know about ‘here,’
but I can certainly assure you on the ‘forever.’”
And
then I felt a ring being slid onto my finger.
I
looked down and gasped, and then looked up into his eyes, uncertain
whether to believe that this was really happening, that he was really
saying what I thought he was saying.
“You
are the sun of my life,” Grant said solemnly. “You warm
my heart. You shed light on all my dreams and the ways to make them
come true. I find my entire existence revolving around you, and I
wouldn’t have it any other way.” He crooked a shy smile.
“Even if it means trying an astonishing variety of quinoa-based
dishes with your mother. I would not have you any other way, and I
would not have anyone but you. Marry me, Lacey Newman? For real this
time.”
And
what do you think I said?
“Yes!”
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