Love
That's what he felt not some stupid lust like he felt with his past girlfriends in the first three years of high school. He knew that some people might not approve of their relationship. Her parents didn't approve of their relationship. And the two year age gap between him and his smart school loving girl made him more hated by .
She already hated no more like despised him because he made Becky take her dad's motorcycle out for a spin, and he even fixed the carburetor and that just made Mr. Conner opinion of him worse for doing something he thought was right. Then the fact that accused him of sleeping with Becky just because, he refused when she asked him to stop seeing her daughter. Honestly he didn't give a fuck what her parents think of him as long as Becky knew that he loved her for the right reasons because he actually loves her and he really can't imagine himself without her. When Becky broke up with him because he was only thinking of himself it hurt. It hurt more than the insults his mother would yell at him which he really didn't care but it still cut him emotionally.
He knew that he would probably end up being driven to become like his mother, she the one that drove away his father in the first place because she put her needs and wants before his father. His mother is a mess coming home late at night and manipulating David to never think of leaving her not like their dad did but, all of that was in the past.
That afternoon in his apartment as Becky laid in his arms after their failed attempts at looking for a job for him. He tried reassuring her that they won't break up again, that he only has eyes for her even if their apart separated by cities and towns. As he pulled away and looked at his pretty blonde underneath him.
"Beck? Becky, Babe."
He bit back a groan as Becky kissed his neck, the one thing he loved is that she knew what he liked and that she used it to her advantage when needed. He placed his hands on her hips and stared straight into her eyes.
"Rebecca Conner will you marry me?"
*p.o.v change*
She didn't know what to say, as she felt Mark's hands slowly caress her hips. And the silence that hung in air as she thought of how to answer him. She decided she wouldn't think logically for once and let her actions speak instead. She kissed his collarbone as she settled herself against his chest. "I get to be Mrs. Mark Healy." She felt warmth as Mark ran his hand up and down her back.
"Yeah."