*Shelby*

“Of course, I’ll marry you, Michael! I love you so much,” I said.

He stood and wrapped me in his arms. I stood on my tippy toes to kiss him, and he slipped his hand up to cup the back of my head. His kisses were as soft as a kitten's but steadily grew in intensity as his hands wandered down my back. My hands gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to me.

In a flash of movement, Michael grabbed my thighs and ...