She cocks an eyebrow. “Wait, did you say fiancée?”
I reveal the box I have been hiding and drop to a knee. “It’s been such a rollercoaster this past week, but the sheer intensity of my feelings for you make this fact undeniable to me, Sugar: there’s no one I would rather spend my life with, no one I would rather make a family with than you. Marry me, Sugar. Make me the happiest man in all of Washington.”
We’ve been going fast, and there’s part of me that fears with the doubts she had that maybe this is stepping over the line.
I don’t care. I need to make my feelings clear. My desires known.
And I know she feels the same. It’s deep in both our souls, something she’s aware of as well as I am.
“Yes, yes, of course, Rainier, I’ll marry you!”
She accepts the ring and I slide it onto her finger, and then she leaps into my arms again, squealing with delight.
We’re both still as naked as the day we were born, but nothing feels more right.
Besides, this is how we prefer one another anyway, so why not celebrate this way too?