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Rawlynne
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David had just asked me to marry him, and now I was laying on top of him and kissing him passionately in the dining room of his house. I felt David pull my arms from around his neck, but he didn't break the kiss. He was pulling my left hand to him with our lips still locked. The next thing I knew he was sliding the ring into place on my ring finger.
I was engaged to my mate. I was marrying the love of my life.
David took control of the kiss then. He grabbed me by the thighs and lifted me into his arms as he stood. I was running my hands through his hair by that time, doing anything I could to touch him.
David seemed frantic as well, he wanted me and I wanted him. Was it the high of having gotten engaged? Was it just trying to prove to each other that this moment was real? I didn't know and I didn't care.