by Michelle, T.
“What? Are you serious? We just fought; I just bit and scratched you like some rabid cat.”
He rubbed the small even indentions in his bicep. “I know. But I don’t care.”
“What about Amanda?”
“She admitted she didn’t love me either, hadn’t for quite some time, and that she’d formed a slight crush on a co-worker. We weren’t good for each other. We had begun to clash every time we talked.”
“But she was all over you at the hotel.”
“Habit. We were out in public; I was talking to a pretty girl. She may not have wanted me, but no one else could have me either.”
“What about your family?”
“They will find they love you as much as I do.”
“And my family?”
“Will be impressed with my degrees.”
She laughed then. And felt the cracks appear in her walls. Tinges of apprehension began to creep up in to her belly, but she smiled at him. What would happen if she just let go? What if maybe, she didn’t get hurt or let anyone down? What if…?
“Marry me, Tabitha.”
She flung her arms around him, knocking the ring from his grasp and ravaging his face with small, fevered kisses. “I love you, Jared. I love you so much! Yes! Yes, I will marry you.”
