Page 24 of From Our First

Tears slid down her cheeks as she arched into me and kissed me again.

“I love you.”

And then we shattered.

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“I cannot believewe’re doing spring break in Vegas,” Myra said, laughing.

“Everyone else is doing it.” I laughed.

“At least you’re nearly twenty-one. I’m not even close.”

“Nearlytwenty-one doesn’t really help in Vegas. But we can still hang out at the pool and see the Hoover Dam and things.”

“And we can do…other things,” Myra said, and my cock hardened.

Apparently, having a girlfriend on spring break would be kick-ass, unlike what my friends had said as they razzed me before they went off to find women for themselves at the pool.

“I don’t think we’re going to need to leave the hotel room often,” I said, and she grinned.

“Oh, so we’re just going to watch movies?”

“Maybe. And you know Dave got us some vodka for the room. That way, we don’t have to go out.” I whispered the words in case others overheard, and she smiled again.

“Okay, I trust you.”

Warmth filled me. “Yeah?”

“Of course, I do. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

Everything was moving so fast. It felt like I had known her for my entire life. Like I would die without her. I could barely breathe, overwhelmed by the desire to be with her.

So, I kissed her, taking her in.

I still wanted more.

“Let’s get married,” I blurted. She looked up at me, her eyes wide.

“What?” she asked.

“Did I say those words out loud?” I queried, my heart racing.

“Married? Are you serious? We’ve only been together for like six months. I haven’t even met your family yet since they’re all up north and I went home for the holidays.”

“Yeah, that was stupid. I mean, we’re in Vegas, but you know, it should take more than one night before we even drink for us to get married.”

“You really want to get married?”

“Why not?” I asked, the idea making sense now, even though I knew it was idiotic. “We both want the same things in life. We want a future. And you know I love you. What’s stopping us?”

“Everything is,” she said, but then she frowned, looking down at her hands. “Or maybe, nothing is. This could be ours. No one else’s. A decision that we make. One that no one can take away from us.”

I looked down at her, my pulse thudding so hard in my ears I could barely hear anything else. “Married. You and me. We can do this. We can figure out everything else later, but we can get this done now, just you and me. No big brothers or overbearing families telling us what to do.”

“Married.”

“I love you, Myra.”

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