Runaway Bride

All of her is mine.

“I want you to be my first and last everything.”

“I will be…” I flip her over so I can look at her. Long blonde strands stick to her sweaty skin, and I brush them off her face so I can look at every inch of her.

“I will always be your one and only.”

Lowering myself onto my elbows, I hover over her face and kiss her lips ever so gently.

“So, when are you going to get married?” I ask.

“Whenever you want to. Today, tomorrow? I would marry you yesterday if it were possible,” she says, stroking my hair, her beautiful blue eyes bleeding into mine.

“I want to you to be my wife as soon as possible. I want the world to know you belong to me. I want you to carry my name. I want to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly. I want to make you mine and tie you to me in every way I can.” I look deep into her eyes so she knows I mean every word.

“I want all of that too. I want to marry you,” she admits.

“Just promise me one thing. Don’t run away.”

“Never, not from you. Ever.”

THE END