I go to ask her what is it but then I feel it.
Her hand.
Her hand is on my chest.
I look down at her hand and then back up at her face.
Her beautiful, lickable face.
She looks at her hand and immediately removes it, eyes wide.
"Sorry." She says, shaking her head and that same hand that was just on my chest.
I don't say anything.
I just stare at her.
She had to have felt that.
Fuck.
I was doing so well.
So fucking well.
And as usual, she changes my fucking plans.
"Marry me."
"What?!"