*Micah*
"I think the butler did it”.
I look up from my writing, she is sitting at the rosewood writing desk I had moved out of one of the bedchambers not yet in use, and into my office, two days ago, the morning following the night when she had accepted my proposal of marriage because I want her near. I always want her near. I like being able to get up and kiss her whenever I want. I especially enjoy when she gets up and comes over to kiss me. But I enjoy it the most when she locks the door on her way over.
We have yet to discuss the details of our wedding because I have yet to give her the second proposal. I want to do it in a memorable way that will make her smile whenever she relays the details of it. And she has yet to tell me when and where.
Now she is looking quite pleased with h
