"You're distracting me."
"How?"
"You're staring," I say, returning my attention to the computer monitor.
"And?"
"It's rude to stare."
"I'm only looking at what's mine," she replies brazenly.
"Not yet, little Bint. You haven't signed yet."
I turn my head to look at her then, knowing that her expression will be priceless. Her eyes are wide and her mouth open.
Leaning across my desk, I kiss her briefly.
"Soon," I say quietly before pulling back.
Her mouth closes and her expression turns thoughtful as if she's considering how to raise a topic of conversation that she knows I don't want to have.
"Why are you in such a rush to get married?" she asks hurriedly.
"Because I love you."
I know that answer won't be enough. She needs more. I'm not really sure what more there is though.
"I don't know what you want to hear, Georgia. I love you. I want to be your husband. That's really all there is to it."
Except it's not. And she knows it.