“Let’s get married,” he said.
“What?” I thought he was joking.
“Let’s get married.”
“Whose universe are you living in?” I answered sarcastically.
“The one where people that love each other get married,” he stated flatly.
“You think s*x is love, you’re wrong,” I told him.
“We have all we need, great passion. You can’t say our exchanges aren’t filled with uproar and sensation.”
“You think great passion is enough to build a life on?”
I turned over so I could look in his face, see if he was just pulling my leg. He wasn’t.
“Some of the best marriages are built on less than that.”
He stared at me, the gritty style, the winsome smile, the philandering twinkle in his soft brown eyes.”
“Besides, I’m completely in love with your hair,” he said running his hand along the smooth black surfa
