Chapter 10 - Tan lines and love lines
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Chapter 10 – Tan lines and love lines
Chapter Song – Heartbeats - Jose Gonzales
Harold and I went to South Beach to get our tans. He wore a loose, sheer white shirt that was three sizes too big for him. The hem ended just above his knees which made him look like a serene water nymph. As for me, I always believed in the saying that less is more. So I wore a Speedo®. And that was it.
As we made our way down the sandy shoreline, I couldn’t help but wind my fingers around the grip of his hand. I brought his knuckles to my lips and swept each bone with the kind of kiss that left me feeling dazed with love, “Har-har, will you marry me?” It just came out. It felt right to say it, so I did. Besides, I always wanted to propose to someone by the waters. And I couldn’t think of anybody else to do it to other than Harold, “What do you say baby? Please, say something,” He was quiet. His silence made my heart squeeze with a kind of pain felt from loving a person too much.
“I can’t allow that, Matt.”
A shot of desperation went straight to my synapses, processing the reasons why he would say such a thing. What troubled me was that there were no reasons for him to say no. We were doing so well. We were in love.
My desperation became a torpedo that sank my heart, “What do you mean you can’t? I thought we had something good going on. Why are you saying this? Are you breaking up with me?”
He had a ghost of a mischievous glint in those cute little eyes, “I’m sorry. Did I scare you?”
Oh fudging hell. I almost choked at the heart that got lodged down my throat, “You scared the s**t out of me. Don’t do that Har-har.”
“It’s good that you’re scared, because I am too. Scared is good. That means we’re too afraid for this not to happen. Not a lot of good has happened in my life, Matt. This is the first time, in a long time, that something good came along. So yes Matt. I’m taking that leap of faith with you.”
I knelt down on one knee, and for the first time my heart pounded in a way that brought a different kind of pain. The kind of hurt that didn’t feel like a medical emergency, but the kind of ache that one feels when at the precipice of a love that lasts. I fastened a tight band around his ring finger. It made him pop a question, or an observation rather, “Matt. This is not a ring. This is a thick rubber band used for plumbing.”
“Trust me baby. The un-tanned line on your skin will shine even brighter than a diamond ring.”
He smiled that everlasting smile, which made me realize that I finally found my husband, “Aw Matt. That is so sweet and so cheap at the same time. But I don’t give a damn. I love you. Now, kiss me,” I did, with the kind of pressure that ravaged his soft, firm lips. He lingered with eyes shut as I lifted my mouth away from his.
“Har-har, let’s go get your ring,” I proposed as our bodies met the beaming sunshine of Miami.
Reader: It’s over? (╥﹏╥) No, no, no. No!! You can’t do this to us! You can’t. You just can’t!
Matty Boi: Duh. It ain’t over. Remember what I said? 4 sexy Prologues = 4 sexy Epilogues.
Reader: Oh. Oh! That’s right. Yeah. Ha-ha, apologies. s**t.
Matty Boi: (◡‿◡✿) Aw, don’t I look pretty with a flower??
Reader: ( ಠ_ಠ#) You look like a tranny with a tramp stamp.
Matty Boi: Grr … And for that the book ends here!! Period.
Reader: NOOOOOOO! You’re pretty like a flower! Really!!
Matty Boi: Aw, you flatter. Stop it. Stahp it~! EL-OH-EL~!
Reader: (；*_*)
Matty Boi: (❤‿❤)
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