Page 56 of Mia Amata

“Speaking of which,” Jacob said, clearing his throat, and looked at me. “I told them I would come to see them tomorrow for lunch that I had someone I wanted them to meet.”

“Jacob!” I cried. “Tomorrow? That’s not much notice!”

“Well, I knew that if I told you last weekend that we were going tomorrow you would have stewed, worrying about it all week.”

Randy shook her head, “Men.”

Both Josh and Jacob said “What?” at the same time.

Randy and I looked at each other. We burst out laughing. I looked at Jacob and found he was looking at me, smiling. I moved closer to him, which didn’t escape Randy’s notice. Randy got up and pulled Josh out of his chair, they walked down to the pier, giving us privacy.

We watched them walk away. Jacob looked at me, then moved to the edge of the chair. “Listen, Mia, I know we agreed to take this slow, if you aren’t ready for us to live together, I get it, I won’t push. But Mia,” He paused. I looked at him questioningly. “I love you; you know that.” He pulled a box out of his pocket. He kneeled down, opening the box, “Mia Amata, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Jacob,” I hesitated. The past three months had been great, we spent a lot of time together, and I was starting to trust him. I enjoyed spending time with him. I knew that I could never legally be his wife, that it wouldn’t be fair to him.

“Do you love me, Mia?” he asked, searching my eyes. This man has been so loving and so caring and has been there for me daily since I agreed to be his girlfriend. He was everything I had always wanted, but did I love him? I searched my heart, realizing I really did love Jacob. I don’t know how I would handle marrying him, but I did love him. I knew that now.

“Yes, Jacob, I love you.” This was the first time I had spoken those words to him. The look of happiness that came across his face brought tears to my eyes.

“Then, Mia Amata, will you marry me?”

“Yes, Jacob, I will marry you.”

Jacob let out a whoop, pulling me out of my chair and wrapping his arms around me. Randy and Josh heard him and came running up the steps in time to see him put the ring on my finger and kiss me. Randy squealed in excitement; they both came over congratulating us both. Jacob put his arm around me, we stood around talking for a few minutes.

“Come on Josh, let’s go,” Randy said, looking at Jacob and me.

“But it’s early,” he said. “I thought we were going to watch a movie.”

Randy smiled, “Do you remember the night we got engaged?”

“Do I ever,” Josh said. Then it donned on him what she was referring to. “Oh… yeah. We better go.”

“Maybe we can relive that night when we get home.”

“Night guys,” Josh said as he took Randy’s hand, pulling her through the house and out the front door to their car. Jacob and I were laughing as they drove away. Jacob closed the doors behind them. Lucky was curled up in his dog bed on the floor as Jacob and I sat down on the couch. I was looking at the ring on my finger, having never felt this happy in my life. Jacob was watching me. “Happy?” he asked.

“More than I have ever been in my life.”

“Me too, Mia Amata.” He smiled at me.

“OK, I have to ask, why ‘Mia Amata’? You have never explained why you call me that.”

“It’s Italian,” he said. “It means ‘my beloved’. From the moment I saw you, you have been Mia Amata to me.”

“You did love me from the very first, didn’t you?” I asked.

“From the moment I laid eyes on you. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He leaned over and kissed me. He pulled back, looking me in the eye. “I love you, Mia Amata.” He kissed me again, only this time it was so passionate I felt like I would pass out from it.

I slid my arms around his neck, and he pulled me into his lap. I could feel how much he wanted me. He slid his hand around to my breast, teasing me through my shirt. I moaned, straining against his hand. I knew I should probably ask him to leave, but I didn’t want to. I wanted him to stay.

We continued to kiss. He ran his hand down, then up under my T-shirt, feeling my breasts through my bra. I pressed my body against him, not wanting him to stop. He slipped my T-shirt over my head, then unhooked my bra, sliding it off. He teased my nipples first with his fingers, then with his lips.

Pulling back, he groaned, lifting his head to look at me. “If I don’t leave now, I am going to carry you back to the bedroom. I want to make love to you Mia.” I pulled him down for another kiss, not wanting him to stop. He ran his hands down my back, my hips, my thighs, then up between my legs, pressing his fingers against my shorts.

I moaned and pressed his hand with mine. I felt him start to pull away, I deepened the kiss, pressing my hips against him even tighter. He moaned in return, scooping me up in his arms. He shut the light off, carrying me back to my bedroom. He laid me gently on the bed and then lay down beside me. He leaned over me, looking me in the eyes. “Are you sure?” He whispered.

“Yes,” I said, pulling his head down toward mine. He lay down beside me on the bed, teasing my nipples, driving me crazy. I slid my hands under his T-shirt, feeling his back and chest, running my hands all over him. He paused long enough to take his shirt off, then leaned back down to kiss me. He ran his hands down to my shorts, sliding them down my hips to my ankles where I kicked them off.

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