It was so easy to get lost in him; in them. Not when every inch of her cried out for it. She'd been in love before, but never like this. She didn't miss them when they were out of her sight for a day. She didn't wonder whether or not they were thinking about her too. Hell, she had thought she'd understood her feelings for Clint when all of this had just been some crazy hope she held on to, but nothing could have prepared her for the intensity of it once she'd been able to let them out. He was intoxicating.
Even now, she was lost in it. She could smell him, hear him, touch him, taste him and she couldn't quite get enough. Her arms wrapped around him as he drew her too him, kissing her. It was deep and passionate, with just a hint of the desperate need she had for him. "I love you too," she whispered, between kisses. Her hips stilled as he shifted them, her back meeting the soft fabric of the sofa. When he moved her leg, she groaned softly, feeling him sink just a little deeper as he loved her.
Still, no matter the intensity of the current moment, when the man you loved asked you to marry him ... well, you paid attention. There was no moment of trying to figure out what he said or debating whether or not she'd heard right. She'd heard every syllable. It was absolutely crazy. They'd known each other their whole lives, but he hadn't loved her that long. It had been a handful of weeks, at best. How did he know he wanted to be with her forever?
It was likely the same reason she had for saying yes: she didn't want to go back. She wanted this. She wanted him. Always. "Yes." It was probably crazy to put so much into something said during the heightened emotions sex usually brought out of them, but she didn't care. She was already his.