“The view,” she said, admiring his chest letting her hands test the texture of his hair. “I like the view of you. I like being in your arms.”
“Where you belong,” he said, touching his lips to hers. “Now about that surprise, I hope it’s a positive—”
Catching his arms, she didn’t let him pull away. “Before we get to that there’s something I should say.”
“What’s that, baby?”
“We’re going to get married someday. We’ll have the wedding. We’ll buy a respectable family home, have a dozen kids, the responsible family car, the dog, the works. We’ll have parent-teacher nights and anniversaries, and we’ll go to bed arguing about whose turn it was to take the trash out. We’ll have boys you’ll teach how to pitch a baseball and girls you’ll never let date.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Stroking his face,
