"I'll marry you, I promise you that."

My tears welled up when he told me that. We’re both naked and under his blanket. His arm is my pillow and he caresses my face. It’s almost morning. The sun is almost up and we just got done.

My body has no strength now that we are finished. I feel sore and I don’t have energy anymore.

I'm not asking him to marry me. This is too much.

"You don't have too," I said softly.

”What do you mean I don’t have too? I’ll marry you at ...