Marriage Proposal
Naelle
When I woke up, the bed was cold.
“How do you feel?” His voice was coming from somewhere in front of me.
I stretched.
“Sore. I blame you.” I hadn’t opened my eyes.
“Open your eyes, cari,” Emilio said gently.
I looked at him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed.
I stared at the box in his hands.
“Are you serious?”
“That’s not a very flattering reaction.”
When he smiled, his dimples appeared, tempting me to say yes.
What would it be like to wake up next to him every morning for the rest of my life?
Pretty great, I thought. I wanted to say yes, even though we barely knew each other. I knew that I loved him, even if he was often demanding and bossy.
But there was a snag.
“You haven’t even met my family. I’ve met yours, but you would have to go back to America to meet them.”
“No problem. We can just take my jet.”
“You think that we can take off now?”
“Of course.” He shook his head. “Do you think that I couldn’t fix things? Are you surprised?”
I smiled back at him. “No, I’m not surprised.”
I stared at the ring. “I’ll say yes...”
Suddenly he was kissing me deeply, his tongue pushing into my mouth.
I pushed him back after 20 seconds.
“I wasn’t done.”
“Hm? Isn’t yes enough?” He went in for another kiss, but I put my hand on his chest and looked him right in the eye.
“On one condition.”
He took a step back and arched an eyebrow.
“And what is that?”
“You have to come back to America to meet my family before we’re really engaged.”
“Will you wear the ring now?”