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    “I see. Well, I’m not sure we’re going to work then, Mr. Kennedy because I love to sleep in, especially after really long nights of boozing and other obscene activities. In fact, I think bed is my favorite place in the entire world.”
    “Mine, too.” He waggles an eyebrow. “You know—beds are for more than just sleeping, right?”
    “Well, of course—it’s the second reason why bed is my favorite place to be.”
    “Second?” he questions. “I think we can do better than that.”
    “What do you suggest?”
    Before I can fully get the last word out, he captures my lips with his own. My blood heats immediately at his kiss in anticipation of the intensity I have come to expect with Grant. Instead, I get a different Grant this time. He holds eye contact with every move he makes, every thrust. It’s the purest form of love making I have ever experienced. Even more so than the first time. Maybe it’s because we know each other so much better now—or maybe we are in love. We cling to each other, both silent as we orgasm. I have never felt as connected to someone before as I felt at that moment.
    We lay together afterward, for a long while, not saying a word, just clinging to each other.
    Grant finally pulls away looking at me seriously. I’ve never seen this look on him before. “Still your second reason?”
    “Actually, I’ve changed my mind. Bed is now my second favorite place on earth,” I say quietly.
    “Oh?” He scrunches his brow.
    “My new favorite place is—wherever you are.”
    Without faltering, he blurts out, “I love you.” No apprehension in his face or manner—just a simple ‘I love you.’
    The clarity of it hits me in that moment as well.
    “I love you too, Grant.”
    “Then marry me.” Shock—this is what pure shock feels like.
    A laugh bubbles up from my throat. Once it’s out, I can’t stop its friends—giggles and hysteria—from joining the party. I am holding my stomach laughing like a lunatic when I look over to Grant looking heartbroken. His gaze snaps me right out of my little fit.
    “I’m serious, Alyssa,” he says. “Marry me. Tonight.”
    I was listening, until the last part, and then the laughter erupted again. Marry him? Tonight? Is he high?
    “Stop.”
    I pull myself together. “Grant, I love you. But we just went from our first I love you to let’s get married tonight . Marriage is—well, it’s marriage! It isn’t something you just go do on a whim. Do you realize what you’re asking me here?”
    “I know it’s crazy, but—”
    I cut him off. “Marry you tonight? I’ve never even met your family or vice versa. Heck, we’ve only known each other a few months. We can’t get married. It’s absurd!”
    Grant takes a few breaths and then reaches out to move a piece of hair that has fallen across my face during my little rant. The next words coming out of his mouth are careful and measured. “I never, in all my life, felt the way I feel when I’m with you. You make me feel as if I’m finally living. I’m not just going through the motions anymore. You make me feel . You make me happy. Alyssa, you’re what I’ve been missing all these years. I want to be with you every moment I can. I want to kiss you goodnight in our bed. I want your face to be the first beautiful thing to greet me every morning. I want to come home from work to you. I understand there are things we’ll have to work out. I know. I get it. But right here, right now, I want you to be my wife. To be mine. Forever. Marry me, Alyssa Silver.”
    By the time he stops talking, there is a single tear traveling down my cheek. He brushes it off with his thumb and says one final word. “Please?” It sounds more like the end of a prayer than a proposal for marriage.
    “We must be out of our minds. We can’t just go get married.”
    “Is that a yes?” He smirks.
    “Yes.”
    “Yes?”
    “Yes! I love you, Grant. Let’s get married.”
     
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    After another round of