"What are you talking about? What could be bigger than National Geographic or being a struggling artist sailing the seven seas?" I said, quoting him back to himself from seven years ago.
"You. Marrying you is the biggest dream I have, Stace," he said, and my eyes flew up to his.
He looked at me with such sincerity I didn't know what to do with myself. I tried to go back to washing his body, to thinking about the show, but he stopped me by laying his lips on mine.
My lips molded to his. I let go of the loofah and wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him claim my mouth. Claiming his in return. His arms went around my waist, pulling me close as we made out under the warm water.
This was the second time he talked about marriage in the last twenty four hours. Alarm bells were going off in my head as he turned me around slowly, forcing me against the wall.
