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lying on my stomach – a smile plastered on my lips, when I felt the familiar warm fingers touching the bare skin of my back. Fingertips drew mysterious patterns over each and every inch he could touch, starting from between my shoulder blades and down my spine to the beginning of the swell of my backside where the sheets covering my lower half started.
    "What are you doing?" I whispered my question, eyes still closed, still facing the opposite direction, and a smile still alive on my lips.
    "Shhh!" he whispered back. "I'm playing you."
    The blush made sure to make me feel it as it spread all over my face. "Like a guitar?"
    "Like a piano," was his reply that made my smile widen.
    His lips then made contact with the same spot he’d been touching between my shoulders. He kept kissing me over and over again, soft, tender kisses that didn't stop until he rolled me over to lie on my back, only to touch his lips to my neck and up to my ear where he whispered the last words I’d ever imagined he would someday say to me.
    "I love you, Anna."
    I'd never understood what the words 'My heart skipped a beat' meant until that moment. But that was exactly what happened to me. My heart did skip a beat at the sound of his words. Maybe two. The world just froze, and I couldn't hear anything beyond his breaths that tangled suddenly, could feel nothing other than his body which grew warmer than it had been just a moment before he spoke those four words.
    "What?" was all I managed to say.
    "I love you, Anna," he repeated. "I love you so, so much, more than anybody has ever loved anyone before. I can't even describe it."
    It was my breaths’ turn to tangle and hitch. "Ethan, what are you saying?" My tone was almost confused, disbelieving and my expression shocked.
    He chuckled lightly, nervously. "I'm in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, to marry you and have kids with you. I love you."
    I couldn't stay in bed, between his arms, any longer. I had to push him away from me and get up, my legs touching the soft material of my satin robe that I'd dropped beside my bed last night before I got in. I picked it up off the floor and put it on, walking three steps to my desk, and sat down on the chair beside it, burying my face in my hands and taking deep, calming breaths. My insecurity was getting the best of me as Ethan's words echoed in my head over and over again, causing the doubts to fill my heart and the ache in my chest to grow stronger – until it was almost impossible to not just let go of what I was holding in, curl into a ball and cry like I never had before.
    It was too much.
    A minute passed, and then I felt him as he knelt in front of me. His hands touched my wrists, pulling my own hands down to free my face, then he lifted my chin up with his fingers, probably to look at my face as he asked, "What's wrong?"
    "You can't be serious," I stated, so sure and confident of my words.
    "Yes, I can. I am," was his fast reply.
    "Ethan, you can't mean what you just said."
    "I mean it, Anna. I mean it. Why is that so hard to believe? It's how I feel." I could've sworn I heard hurt in his voice, but it just couldn't be.
    "Do you have any idea what this means?" I asked, though not really waiting for an answer, so I went on, "Do you have any idea what you are saying you want to go through?"
    "Yes! I know what I feel! I know what I want. I want to be happy. You make me happy. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, why is that so hard to get?"
    "Do you get what you're saying?" I asked in frustration. "Do you have any idea what little I could do? I can't simply go get married and have kids – it's not that easy.
    "All I could ever do for those kids would be to give birth to them and that would be about it. I could never feed them, I wouldn't know if they liked this new food or hated it. I wouldn't be able to see their expressions to know what they need when they are too young to tell me so themselves. If they get their