“Because I have no one to tell that you said them, and besides ...no one would believe me.”She shook her head.“You’re Mister Silent Type.”She shrugged.“People wonder if you can even talk.”
“I talk to those who matter.”
“That sounds rude.”
“I am always talking to you, baby, that means you matter.”
She sighed.“There you go, saying the nicest things.”She closed her eyes for a second and felt Anthony wrap his arms around her.Leaning back, she sunk against him.“Is it wrong that I am so looking forward to Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the New Year?”
“No, I know it’s one of your favorite times of the year.”He pressed a kiss to her neck.“It has always been your favorite time.”
“And yet, it is always so dark and I can’t stand that.I always find it strange.”
“I don’t.”He kissed her head.“What should we go as this year, for Halloween?”
Over the years, they had somehow managed to make their costumes for couples.There was one year he was Frankenstein and she was his bride, which she loved.Doctor and nurse.
“I don’t know, what would you like to go as this year?”Daisy asked.
“How about ...a married couple?”
“That’s not very spooky.”
“We could wear a ball and chain together.”
Daisy laughed.“Is that what you think of marriage?”She pulled out of his arms and moved to straddle his waist.
Anthony banded an arm around her, pulling her close.She put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, and then she leaned in close and kissed him.
“No,” Anthony said.
He pulled her down hard, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock.“No?”
“I don’t see marriage as a ball and chain.”
“How do you see it?”
“Declaring to the world that you are mine,” Anthony said.
“You think you’re going to marry me?”she asked.
“Babe, you and me, don’t you know by now we’re a guarantee?From the moment we met, our lives were never the same.You’re mine as much as I am yours.You’re going to be my wife, my old lady, my everything.I want you to be the mother of my children.My soul mate.”
Daisy smiled.“And see, I’ve got no one to tell this to, and like I said, no one would believe me.”
Anthony tutted.“Let’s be real.You don’t tell anyone because you’re afraid someone might try to take it from you.”He pushed some of her hair off her shoulder.
Daisy looked at him, a little taken aback.How did he know that?
“I know you, baby,” he said.“I know how your mind thinks, and I know what sorry shit your folks put in your head, and how they made you feel.”
She knew he was right.The more people that knew, the more they tried to either stop you, get in the way, or make it fail.She didn’t want it to fail.
“Is it wrong?”she asked.“That I like keeping you to myself?”
“No,” Anthony said.“I like that no one is trying to mess with who we are, and let’s face it, everyone is so wrapped up in their own world, they’re not even looking at us.We can do whatever we want, so that means one day soon, Daisy, I am going to marry you.”
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