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“Why aren’t you married?”
She laughed, but there wasn’t much humor behind it.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”
“Owen, it’s fine. I get asked that a lot,” she said, with a true smile on her face again.
“You do?”
“Sure. Between my parents, siblings, friends, and literally everyone I have ever been on a date with, I’ve come up with some great excuses as to why I’m not married.”
“Okay, let me hear some of them.”
“Well, sometimes I tell people that I am married, and that I’m in an open relationship.”
“I’m sure that goes over well.”
“Some people are into it. Most don’t really want to get involved in a situation like that.”
“Understandable. So, what else do you tell people?”
“I’m just too focused on my work. I haven’t found the right person. I am too picky. I don’t want a serious relationship. I’m afraid of commitment. All of the cliche responses. The list goes on and on.”
“So, what’s the truth?”
“Well—um—I guess it’s a combination of all of those things…but also none of those things.”
“That doesn’t make a lot of sense.”
“I know,” she said with a laugh, “but it’s the truth. I don’t really know why I’m not married.”
“Can I give my opinion?”
“Of course.”
“There is no one out there who could live up to your standards. You’re brilliant, beautiful, and successful. I don’t think there’s a man in the world who is good enough for you.”
“I don’t know…I think there might be one.”
It took me a moment to realize what she was saying. She smiled at me, and immediately I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. There was no one who could make me feel the way she did. It was truly indescribable.
I kissed her cheek, and slowly made my way down to her neck, soaking in each moment that my lips spent on her skin. I wanted to worship her all night long. I wanted nothing more than a lifetime of letting her know how special and unique she really was.
But the thing about Skye, was that she didn’t need anyone to tell her how incredible she was. She knew it all on her own. She was confident and secure in herself, and it made her unbelievably sexier than she already was.
“Do you remember the summer before we started middle school?” she asked as I continued to taste her skin.
“Mmhmm,” I groaned, not wanting to remove my mouth from her body.
“And do you remember my friend Alice?”
“The girl from Mrs. Patterson’s class?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as to why she was bringing up a twelve-year-old from our past.
“Yeah, that one.”
“What about her?”
“Well, that summer, she had a huge crush on you.”
