Page 76 of Rejected Plus-Size Mate

“Oh. How was your day? Not too bad, I hope?”

“No, it was fine. Not too many deliveries.”

Bae and Jack ended up giving me a permanent job as a delivery driver for the local area. It suits my skills and doesn’t bore me like any indoor job would do. I’m fine with a base wage. All I really need is my mate.

“So.” Leslie grins, running her hands down my arms. “What do you want to do?”

“How about we go for a run?” I ask, trying to sound casual.

“Yeah,” she answers. “That sounds good.”

I kiss her softly, then take her hand and lead her through the house. We shift in the backyard and run into the woods. I stay just ahead of Leslie, leading her through the forest. If it looks like she’s going the wrong way, I scurry around and playfully push her back in the right direction.

Finally, we come to the edge of the clearing. The late afternoon sun angling through the peaks gives the trees a golden glow and graces the grass of the meadow with warm light. Laid out in the center of the clearing is a big, thick blanket and a huge picnic basket.

Leslie shifts and walks into the clearing. I shift, too, following a few steps behind. My nerves have returned in force, and my throat is so tight, I don’t know if I’ll be able to speak.

“Kyle! Did you organize this?”

“No,” I say in a very serious tone. “I just picked this location randomly, and I guess some kind of wood elf left this here.”

She laughs, turning around to hug me and tickle my ribs. “It’s beautiful, thank you,” she says, kissing me.

We head over to the blanket, and I open the basket, getting out the champagne and two glasses. Leslie takes one, and I fill it for her.

“Hmm,” she says. “This is really nice stuff. You’ve really gone all-out.”

“Uh-huh,” I answer, struggling for words again. I fill my own glass and take a big sip, hoping it will calm me down.

“Wait,” Leslie says, looking around. “This looks familiar. Is this the first place we…”

I nod, watching her. It’s the clearing we came to the first time we made love as husband and wife.

I was so confused then. I couldn’t be sure of anything. Now the only thing I’m sure of is that I want to make her happy for the rest of my life.

Leslie is still looking around, her face pale. I have no idea if I’ve done the right thing or not, but now that I’ve dropped myself into this situation, I might as well follow through.

I put my glass down and reach into the picnic basket for the small velvet box. I shuffle over to Leslie and kneel in front of her. She watches me with wide eyes.

“Leslie, will you marry me?”

For a moment, she just stares at me. The entire forest seems to go quiet, waiting. Then Leslie bursts out laughing.

“Kyle! We’re already married.”

“I know,” I answer. “But I want to give you a real wedding. Big church, reception, decked-out bridesmaids, a huge cake… maybe you could wear that gray dress?”

She takes my hand and leans forward, looking into my eyes. “Maybe… we could go to that hotel in Montrose for our honeymoon?”

It takes a second for the words to sink in. “Is that a yes?”

Leslie laughs, dropping her champagne as she grabs my shoulders and kisses me.

“Yes, that’s a yes, you utter and complete fool.”

“Guilty,” I murmur, completely enraptured by her kiss. She teases my lips with hers, probing with her tongue. I run my hands across her shoulders, letting my lust build.

Leslie growls suddenly, shoving my shoulders and pushing me back. I overbalance, toppling over, and Leslie pounces on me, gripping my waist with her knees and pressing down on my chest with her hands.

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