"Wouldn't doubt it for a second," he said, chuckling.
As the evening wore on, the heat of the summer night wrapped around them like a warm embrace, but the heat between Deborah and Aaron was of a different sort—a spark of connection that was kindling something more. They danced until her feet hurt, but she just couldn’t stop. She was enjoying herself too much in this man’s arms.
When the final notes of the fiddle hung in the air, they stood side by side, breathless from the dance. Aaron looked down at Deborah, his gaze sincere.
Aaron looked at her. “The way I understand it, if I’m interested in marriage, I’m supposed to ask now, and then we go and have Amos marry us.”
She nodded slowly. “That’s my understanding.”
“Well, I’m not a man of flowery words, so I’m just going to say it. I want you to cook my breakfast in the mornings after sleeping in my arms all night. With that being the case, I guess that means we need to get married.”
She laughed, but his words triggered her fear. “But we can still wait to consummate?” she asked.
He nodded. “Absolutely. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. Though...”
“Yes?”
“I sure would like it if I can kiss you now and then while you’re getting used to me.”
She swallowed hard, but nodded. “I suppose that makes sense.”
“Let’s go see Amos then. I can’t wait to take you home with me.”
Feeling as if she was marrying a stranger, a gentle giant no less, she followed him to the preacher, and they spoke their words quickly. When the pastor told him he could kiss her, he brushed his lips across her cheek. And that’s when she knew she’d made the right decision. He really did care how she felt.
