Acapulco Moonlight
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She reached up and stroked his hair. 'I wouldn't want to marry a loser,' she said.
He caught her hand and turned it over, kissing the palm tenderly and when she looked up there was such a fire of love in his eyes that she felt she was melting in the flame of it.
'A first time for everything,' he mused. 'You seem to provide first times for me. The first time I've made love in the back of a car. The first time I've told a girl I love her and really meant it with every fibre of me. The first time I've thought of marriage with certainty and trust and faith. We'll have a good marriage, my love, I swear it. Can it be soon—long before next July? Please.'
She began to laugh as she held up her mouth for his kiss. 'You always get what you want in the end, don't you? Why should this be any different?'