Weddings, Kisses and Tears (Lesbian)

MARRY ME 6: "The lure of the Apple in Eden"

Ashley's POV

"Are you out of your mind?" I blurted out in shock.

"No, I am not. If you want an evidence, I can procure and present you a record of the state of my mental health." Gabby offered with a humorous smile. "However, it has to wait until tomorrow."

Does she even get what I mean?

"God," I muttered in exasperation as I did a face palm. "Seriously? Anyway, please stand up. People might come and think you're crazy."

Gabby did as I said and stood up. "So... What is your answer to my proposal?"

"Gabby, you can't be serious." I told her imploringly, my eyes looked at her as if she was drunk. "Look, you don't know me nor do I know you. This is the second time that we have met and you're already asking for my hand in marriage? You are just doing a social experiment, aren't you?"

"I am very serious, Ashley." She professed in a sober manner. "And, no, I am not doing a social experiment -- why will I ever do that?"

"Because what you are doing is unbelievable!" I half-shouted at her. Honestly, I was very tired and, now, she was playing fiddle with my heart. It was grating my nerves, I was slowly losing my cool.

Gabby held my shoulders and pulled me near her. I jumped at the feel of her palms in my skin and, felt extremely hot and bothered by our proximity. She looked at me straight in the eyes and reiterated, her hot and sweet breath fanning my face, "I said, I am serious. Just say yes so we can promptly get a marriage license and be married tomorrow through a civil wedding." Her gray eyes softened in affection and, without me noticing it, she lightly stroked the contours of my lips with her thumb. "It might not be a fabulous one but we can have another wedding -- you may invite anyone, everyone. I will hire the best wedding planners in the world to create the most beautiful wedding anyone can possibly imagine."

God, if I wasn't only stressed right now, I would have laughed at incredulity of our situation right now. She looked so serious -- even adorable -- that she could make everyone believe her. Well, maybe not everyone because I still did not believe her.

I extended my hand to rest its back on her forehead and began to feel for her temperature. I also touched her cheeks and the side of her neck -- her temperature was normal so she could not possibly be delirious. "You are not sick."

"No, I'm not..." Gabby concurred huskily, her gray eyes obscured by a passionate haze as they bored into my lips.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and moved a few steps back. She followed me but then I stalled her with my hand, keeping her at arm's length, and pleaded, "Gabby, I beg you, please don't play with me -- it's not funny. Any logical person will think that you're joking and, besides, who would marry a total stranger?"

"We had a date and I did a background check on you -- you're not really a stranger to me."

I gritted my teeth, controlling my temper. "What about me? You are a stranger to me!"

Gabby smiled enigmatically, eyeing me with amusement. "Why don't you say yes to my proposal and, once we're married, you will have all the opportunity to get to know me."

"Are you really that obtuse?" I snapped in annoyance. "Stop fooling around. I'm tired."

"What does it take to make you believe that I am sincere?"

"Nothing because I will never believe you."

"You see how unfair it is?" Gabby said in a slightly flustered tone. "How can I prove that I am telling the truth when, in the first place, you are not giving me the opportunity." She made one huge stride and closed the distance between us. "I want to marry you, Ashley. Believe me, I am serious and it is what I want."