Truth or Lies?, A. Gomez [reading an ebook .TXT] 📗

“That she is. Sometimes a little too smart,” I said wryly.

He smiled; the smile reaching his eyes. “I am a red-blooded American male and have had many relationships. Some very good and some not so good, but never one where I knew… I know, Isabel, you’re the one for me.” He was undoing my belt and my jeans, or rather his jeans. They were so big on me he didn’t need to unzip them, they just fell to the floor. I placed my hands on his hard biceps. “Isabel, I’ve never felt this pull toward anyone before. And I’ve never ached from being apart from a girlfriend before. Baby, I know I didn’t talk to you first about us and marriage and I’m sorry about that. I know there may still be that possibility that I may not be the one for you. But I will wait forever for you. I love you, Isabel Grace Langley,” he said, pressing his lips gently to mine. Our tongues touched, his lips were strong and urgent. He let out a deep throaty groan as he pulled me against his body. It sent tingles throughout my body.

“Well,” I whispered against his lips, “if you don’t ask me then you’ll never know. Will you now?”

I could feel his smile against my lips. “Isabel Grace. Will you marry me?”

“Yesss,” I breathed, smiling broadly and wrapping my arms around his neck.

How could he not be the one for me? He was all I ever thought about. I couldn’t say no to him and I didn’t think I would ever want to.

It was New Year’s Day. We could hear more fireworks and revelers outside. The beginning of a new year and a new life. A life with Josh. His shirt was on the floor along with mine. I could not have asked for a more perfect New Year, falling into bed with Josh and us being tangled up in each other’s arms all night. And in the morning, we would meet my parents for brunch and talk about our future… together.

The End