"No, no, no. You are the most intelligent woman I know—save my mother, that is," he laughed. "So I know you will figure it out. Just please, do so on time." He looked deeply into her eyes and kissed her pouting mouth.

"How can I know when you won't tell me?" She grumbled.

"If I told you, it would only become intentional, and that wouldn't count!" He said this as he got up from the couch and extended his hand to take hers. "Come, my love. We have a wedding dress to choose!"

Marissa feigned petulance and folded her arms. "No, I am not getting up!"

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