Page 57 of The Dating Proposal

Late into the night, Chris pulls me aside, and we dance under the twinkling lights.

“Hey, wife.” He loops his arms around my waist.

“Hi, husband,” I say, curving a hand around his neck.

“Are you having a good time?”

I pretend to ponder his question. “Hmm. There are French fries with forty-seven varieties of dipping sauce, including orgasmic ketchup. All my friends are here, and so is my dog. And I’m with my favorite person in the whole world. I’m having the time of my life.” I give him a cheeky smile. “I still want to beat you at Q*bert though.”

“You have a lifetime to do that,” he says then spins me around and brings me in close for another kiss.

I do have a lifetime with him. I have something more too—faith that we’ll go the distance.

As the King would say, some things are meant to be.

I take his hand as we leave the dance floor later that night, stepping into our forever.


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