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Chapter 9 – Of Passion and Protests
I stubbornly marched Erik into the living room, and told him to sit down. I sat in the chair opposite him.
"Erik." I said softly. "We've been living together 2 months now. We can't keep living like this, Erik, without being married."
"Yes, I know." He sighed.
"Why haven't you asked me to marry you, yet?" I demanded.
He said nothing, yet eyed the floor like a little boy who got caught breaking a vase.
"Are you scared of me?" I asked him gently. "Are you scared I'll reject you?"
"Yes." He mumbled, still looking at the floor.
I knelt by him and reached up to his face. "Erik, how can you think that, after all we've been through now?" I whispered.
"Christine..." he said softly, and he knelt too. He seemingly conjured a little box from thin air, and offered it to me.
"Will you marry me?" he said.
I burst into tears. He looked a little alarmed at my reaction.
"Yes!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around him. "Yes, yes, yes!"
Even through my tears, I suddenly noticed the ring was on my finger. Erik hadn't even touched me.
I stopped crying, and wiped my eyes, looking at the ring.
It was beautiful. The gold band fit perfectly around my slim finger, and diamonds studded the polished surface. The jewels gleamed as I turned my hand back and forth in the light.
Erik was watching me anxiously, as if to see if I approved. Without hesitation, I kissed him passionately, and he pressed back eagerly.
His hands wound around my face, his fingers twisting into my hair.
We gasped for breath and kissed as ravenous as before. I felt overwhelmed when I realized how much passion lay within my grasp.
A smile crossed my lips as I imagined the prospect.
Nothing would be ordinary with Erik.
Still with my lips firmly attached to his, I walked backwards, and led him into the other room, grinning.
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A/N: I'm not going to apologize for shortness anymore, because I like writing short chapters, and it's gonna STAY THAT WAY!!!
smiles sweetly
You can all imagine what happens in that 'other room'...hehehe.
If you all get on your knees and beg, I might just put up on another site the 'unedited' version of this story...
Whirled peas!
