Angelica

Releasing myself from the hug and convening all my emotions I ask him the question I was dreading the most. "When are we going to get married?" His lips switch to a chuckle holding in joy. "Within two weeks"

"So fast?" I ask him trying to restrain my tears. He tilts my head to kiss my cheek and whispers in my ear huskily. "I can't hold myself anymore." A shiver runs down my body as I try to adjudicate my absolute truth and repress my hands from shaking.

Holding myself to my last straw I try to leave the suffocating room but he stops me. Angelica, don't you dare...