Selena Kitt - Yank

“At first, I guess it was.” She trembled in my arms as if it were cold outside instead of a warm summer evening. “But it isn’t anymore. Not anymore.”

I couldn’t believe it. I had to say it out loud. “You were fucking me so you could stay in the country?”

“It was stupid, I know. I thought maybe if someone would marry me…” She bit her lip. “You or Ken maybe…”

“Ken?” I scoffed. “You would have married Ken?”

“I was desperate!” She moved away, wiping at her cheeks with her hands, trying to compose herself. “And now I’ve ruined everything. You hate me. Your parents hate me. Study Abroad is going to kick me out for sure…and I’m going to have to move to Turkey!”

“I don’t hate you.” I was too full of emotion not to confess it. “Dawn, I love you.”

“You do?”

“I’d marry you tomorrow if it would keep you with me.” I reached out to clasp her hand, wanting more of her and afraid to ask for it.

“You would?” She squeezed back.

“I don’t even care if you don’t love me. I don’t care.” It was true. I loved her and it was all that mattered.

“But I do.” Her eyes tilted up at me. “Oh David, I’ve always loved you.”

“Then marry me.” I reached for her without thinking, wrapping her up in my arms.

“But…” She gaped up at me at this proposal. “You don’t even have a job!”

“Oh bloody hell!” I rolled my eyes. “Are you going to start in on that too?”

She grinned. “You know, I gave my notice here and talked you up quite a bit. My boss was very interested. The job’s probably yours if you want it.”

“So I can slut around at the health club all day and call it working?” I pulled her into the saddle of my hips, seeing her eyes light up.

“I don’t care what you do,” she murmured as I kissed her breathless. “As long as you come home to me at night.”