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where you will no doubt be photographed together,” she said. Charlotte stifled a giggle and I rolled my eyes.
“I just wanted him to come with me, okay?” I said.
“Calm down, sheesh. It’s not like we’re worried or anything. Patrick is a great guy,” Char said, that teasing look back on her face.
“Speaking of which…” I said, using that to extract myself from the conversation and go find him before the two of them teased me to death.
The dinner party was a huge success and everyone there completely enjoyed themselves, myself and Patrick included. Afterwards, we walked through the outside exhibits, wanting to see the others before we left together for the night. The area was dimly lit with Chinese lanterns here and there, giving just enough light to see the stunning sculptures and those quietly walking amongst them.
“I’ve been thinking,” Patrick said all of a sudden. I smirked.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” I said. He laughed.
“Hush. I was thinking about us more.”
I glanced up and him and nodded. “Oh yeah?”
“Mmhm. And I think I know what we should do next,” he said as I bent down to look at the artist’s name of the piece that we were standing in front of.
“What’s that?” I asked. I stood back up and turned to face where he stood behind me, only to be faced with a man on his knees.
“I think we should get married,” he said. I almost fell backwards.
“What?” I said, a bit more breathy than I’d meant for it to come out.
“I know that I can’t live without you. I tried and it didn’t work, I was miserable. You know that you can’t live without me for the same reason. Why should we live without each other, then?”
“Wait, this is so… sudden,” I said. Patrick laughed at my shock.
“It’s like everything else that we’ve been and done our entire lives, even before we got together,” he said. “It’s passionate and hot. It spreads quickly, like wildfire. That’s what we are, Jacinta. That’s what I want for the rest of my life.”
“I’m not even your girlfriend!” I squealed, tears now running down my cheeks. Happy tears, but tears none the less.
“Details. I don’t want you to be my girlfriend. I want you to be my wife.” He took my hand in his and slipped a small jewelry box from the inside breast pocket of his suit jacket.
“You have a ring?” I said, my voice almost a whisper now. Patrick nodded.
“Of course I do. You are the only woman in my life that I can honestly say that I am in love with. That’s not something that I say lightly, Jacinta. I planned to be the consummate bachelor, cool uncle Patrick who never settles down, and then you came along and completely derailed that life. You are all that I think about, all the time. I miss you when you’re not around and when you are, I want you closer.”
I jumped up and down a little, and then threw my arms around his neck. “I love you too, Patrick.”
He laughed and picked me up, swinging me around.
“Does that mean that you’ll marry me?” he asked again, putting me back down on my feet. I sniffed and nodded.
“Yes, I’ll marry you,” I said. Patrick gently opened the box and pulled the ring out, slipping it gently on my finger before sweeping me up into another tight hug that had my feet dangling.
“You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.”
“You’ve just made me the happiest woman.”
Chapter 13
We left the party almost immediately after the proposal. Patrick raced us through the streets, back to my apartment since it was closer to the museum. Once we’d arrived, he pulled my clothes off of me on our way through the apartment, leaving a trail until we finally arrived at the bed. Then he lay me back and wouldn’t let me do anything but enjoy what he did to
“I just wanted him to come with me, okay?” I said.
“Calm down, sheesh. It’s not like we’re worried or anything. Patrick is a great guy,” Char said, that teasing look back on her face.
“Speaking of which…” I said, using that to extract myself from the conversation and go find him before the two of them teased me to death.
The dinner party was a huge success and everyone there completely enjoyed themselves, myself and Patrick included. Afterwards, we walked through the outside exhibits, wanting to see the others before we left together for the night. The area was dimly lit with Chinese lanterns here and there, giving just enough light to see the stunning sculptures and those quietly walking amongst them.
“I’ve been thinking,” Patrick said all of a sudden. I smirked.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” I said. He laughed.
“Hush. I was thinking about us more.”
I glanced up and him and nodded. “Oh yeah?”
“Mmhm. And I think I know what we should do next,” he said as I bent down to look at the artist’s name of the piece that we were standing in front of.
“What’s that?” I asked. I stood back up and turned to face where he stood behind me, only to be faced with a man on his knees.
“I think we should get married,” he said. I almost fell backwards.
“What?” I said, a bit more breathy than I’d meant for it to come out.
“I know that I can’t live without you. I tried and it didn’t work, I was miserable. You know that you can’t live without me for the same reason. Why should we live without each other, then?”
“Wait, this is so… sudden,” I said. Patrick laughed at my shock.
“It’s like everything else that we’ve been and done our entire lives, even before we got together,” he said. “It’s passionate and hot. It spreads quickly, like wildfire. That’s what we are, Jacinta. That’s what I want for the rest of my life.”
“I’m not even your girlfriend!” I squealed, tears now running down my cheeks. Happy tears, but tears none the less.
“Details. I don’t want you to be my girlfriend. I want you to be my wife.” He took my hand in his and slipped a small jewelry box from the inside breast pocket of his suit jacket.
“You have a ring?” I said, my voice almost a whisper now. Patrick nodded.
“Of course I do. You are the only woman in my life that I can honestly say that I am in love with. That’s not something that I say lightly, Jacinta. I planned to be the consummate bachelor, cool uncle Patrick who never settles down, and then you came along and completely derailed that life. You are all that I think about, all the time. I miss you when you’re not around and when you are, I want you closer.”
I jumped up and down a little, and then threw my arms around his neck. “I love you too, Patrick.”
He laughed and picked me up, swinging me around.
“Does that mean that you’ll marry me?” he asked again, putting me back down on my feet. I sniffed and nodded.
“Yes, I’ll marry you,” I said. Patrick gently opened the box and pulled the ring out, slipping it gently on my finger before sweeping me up into another tight hug that had my feet dangling.
“You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.”
“You’ve just made me the happiest woman.”
Chapter 13
We left the party almost immediately after the proposal. Patrick raced us through the streets, back to my apartment since it was closer to the museum. Once we’d arrived, he pulled my clothes off of me on our way through the apartment, leaving a trail until we finally arrived at the bed. Then he lay me back and wouldn’t let me do anything but enjoy what he did to
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