Another Beginning

• TWENTY ONE •

Maine

"Good morning soon-to-be Mrs. Richard Faulkerson." A soft raspy voice that belongs to my fiancé woke me up from my sleep. 

The rays of the sun, peaking from around the curtains tells me that morning has broken and yes,  I am officially Richard Faulkerson's fiancée.

Eeek!  I am engaged! 

I buried my face to his strong arms that is around me and pulled the duvet up to cover my excitement, kicking and screaming softly under the covers.  

I am so happy.  I am about to burst with excitement.

"Ha ha ha.  Are you okay under there?"  Richard asks me, chuckling.  He tightens his his hold around me, and I gave his big arms a lingering kiss, my arms around it.  He couldn't see me, because I am still under the duvet. 

"I am engaged hon!"  I screamed on the pillow.

"Ha ha ha,  I know!  You are engaged," Richard removes the duvet that's covering my face, "you are engaged to me!"  He said, poking my nose. 

"I love you."  I said, looking up at his eyes. 

I see a huge grin forming, his eyes squinting and his dimples getting deeper.  He lay on his side, hands cradling his head.

"Say it again."  He said, his voice so soft, caressing me like cotton.

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you." I said, this time reaching up and giving his lips a soft and gentle kiss.

"Ha ha ha." He laughed. Grabbing the duvet, he went under it and started kicking, imitating what I did earlier.

I went under the duvet and saw him grinning from ear to ear.

"We are crazy." I tell him.

He turned to look at me, touching my cheek.

"Crazy for each other." He leaned in and started hovering over my face.

"Mr. Faulkerson do you have something in mind?" I teased.

"You know I always have things in mind when I am with you."

"Really?"  I wrap my arms around his naked top as he lay on top of me.  The duvet covering us, serving as our tent. 

"You know I do."  He murmured, rubbing his morning stubble on my chest, and then dropping a kiss on that space between my breasts. 

"Oh shit!"  I hissed, arching my back, begging for more. 

"You like that huh?"  He smirked, lifting his face, "do you want me to continue?"

"Yes."  I tell him, cupping his cheek. He leaned in to my touch and rubbed his cheek just like a cat

"Yes, what?"

"Yes please."

"How can I say no to that please?"  He dipped his head again and kissed me, stroking his nose against my nipple.

I am still reeling from the extraordinary physical reaction I have towards him, I gaze down at him blankly, grasping for a coherent thought.