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on is your ability to take a compliment,” he said playfully. “I'm well aware you're not wearing war paint and your manicure is a bit chipped.”
    “It is?” she sputtered, checking her nails.
    He laughed, “Your nails aren't what I look at.”
    She rolled her eyes. “I guess I'll just throw out my entire beauty regimine,” she playfully threatened.
    “Adessa,” he said, taking her hand, “I am taking you as you are. Not what you dress up as. Right down to those unbelievably kissable lips.”
    And that was the kill shot. She was putty.
                  She changed the subject and they began to make plans for their future. Without much protest, they decided that she would move into his place as soon as they were married. She was going to keep her small little home, and she might even rent it out. She had lived there too long to just get rid of it, and he agreed that she should hang onto to the place.
    He was very considerate in asking what she wanted, or what she needed from him, and she was amazed at how faceted he seemed to be. From what she had known of him so far, his temperament ranged anywhere from soft to outright vulgar and really, she liked everything about him so far. She was willing to overlook the occasional arrogance, because he was well entitled in her opinion.
                  Somewhere during the conversation, she slipped into her own thoughts and as she looked at him, she couldn't help but imagine him moving over top her the way Micheal had done. She couldn't wait to feel this man inside of her and just the anticipation of what would surely come, caused a rush of heat to form between her legs. Ms. Verino's words were echoing in her mind. “Penis.” He was looking at her now, and she could tell she had missed something important. He was expecting an answer.
    “Excuse me?” she bit her lip, hoping he couldn't read her mind.
    “Are you unhappy with that? I mean, we can do it sooner if you don't want to wait.” he was considering the thought and she assumed he was talking about their wedding date.
    “How soon?” was the only plausible response, given the fact she wasn't listening to whatever it was he suggested.
                  “You're already wearing the white dress, how about now?”
    “Um...uh... What about your family?” she stuttered.
    “This is between us. Our life, Our future. How soon do you want it to start?”
    Dear God, he was serious.
    “Today.. is good.” she nearly choked, “but what about rings?”
    He gave her a wink, “No worries. I got this.”
    “If you say so,” she replied, unsure what that sexy wink had meant.
    “Go pay. I have some calls to make.” he said, already punching in the county clerk's number into his phone. He spoke with the receptionist as he handed Adessa his credit card and she eagerly grabbed it and headed to the counter with their bill. He didn't have to tell her twice!
     
                  When they pulled up at the courthouse, he was still on the phone. He called Carrie to let her know he would be out the rest of the day, but Adessa had been deep in thought and didn't catch whatever else he was saying. He hung up and quickly hopped out of the dark gray pickup. She already had the door open and he took her hand to help her out, leading her to one of the overflowing planters that sat along the sidewalk.
    He reached down and picked out a single daisy and placed it in her hair, pushing her scarlet tendrils over the stem to secure it in place. Her heart skipped a beat at the thoughtful gesture. She couldn't believe this was really happening. Not only did this guy like her, he was making her his wife.
                  As they walked into the massive, three story stone building, she felt a sting of regret that her parents wouldn't be here to witness this day. Though it was the second time around, she was confident and she knew this man would never hurt her, the way Micheal had. He couldn't.