“And if we moved away from here together, would we be... uhmm... the M-word?”
Grace felt a rock drop into her stomach. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Brad stared at her with his mouth open. “Really? So we can talk about moving away together, but we can’t talk about getting hitched?”
“Maybe we could say hitched, if we were talking about some theoretical occurrence in the far, far future.”
“You know you’re crazy, right?”
“It’s possible. After all, you’re crazy, and I live you.”
Before she realized what was happening she was high up in the air, squealing, as he held her by the waist, twirling in circles. He began to yell. “I’m crazy! And I’m in love with you! Grace Marshall! I love you! Hey everybody! I love this girl!” His shouts attracted the attention of a nearby group of young people who began to whistle, whoop, and applaud. He stopped spinning and wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to slide down against him until their faces were level.
“Grace Marshall—you crazy girl. I love you. And I’m going to kiss you over and over again. And I’m not going to stop until you tell me you love me back.”
When his lips met hers, the world exploded in her head. She was aware of nothing but the man who held her in his arms... the man who held her heart in his hands.
And he kept his word.