I Cant say the words

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Peter pulled me in and shut the door. His body then leans against the strong wood with me in his arms.
"Mom and Dad are finally getting married, Selena."
"Good, I'm sure your Mom is estactic!"
"And..." He scratches behind his head.
"And?"
"Mom wants you to be involved in the planning."
"What?"
"Oh, No, Not in the party, I mean she does, but her friends are practically begging her to pick them. She really wants you to be there every step of the way with planning though, to know you better."
"Uh...I'm not so-"
"Good with weddings, and your not so good with parents but look at how well that turned out!"
"I'll think about it Peter."
"Good, that's all I ask."
"Okay."
"I love you."
Ugh! Stomped again with those words that I can't say yet!

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