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She laughs, her tear-filled eyes glimmering like emeralds. “And?”

“And what? You want me to keep talking about how nuts you make me?”

“So long as you’re talking about what I do to you in the bedroom.”

I squeeze her tight. “You are tough and loud and powerful and strong. So full of passion and life. Just being around you makes me feel more alive than I’d ever imagined. Your

energy, your spirit…” I shake my head. “My God, you’re just incredible. And not to mention, sexy as fuck.”

“Can’t forget that,” she quips.

I shake my head, the ring still on my finger as I cup her face in my hands. “I want you by my side forever. I want you to be my wife.”

She smirks. “That’s not a question.”

I furrow my brow.

“I can’t say yes unless you ask me the question!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” She lets out a loud whoop as I slide the large diamond onto her finger. “Oh my God, Sergio, it’shuge!”

I give her a wink. “Not the first time I’ve heardthat.”

She tilts her head up at me. “Yeah, I am averylucky girl.”

PART 2: MARCHELLA

My eyes float open and I see white.

White and glaringly bright, recessed ceiling lights.

I swallow hard.

Fuck, is this heaven?

I squeeze my eyes shut for a second to adjust, then crack them open a bit once again, this time remembering not to stare. I roll my head gingerly to the right and left as I take in the space. I can see a desk and a few chairs in one corner of the room. Stark white walls. Covered windows. My hands run over a soft, buttery leather texture beneath me.

Okay, if itisheaven, then I must be in some angel’s office.

Or maybe God’s…

I rub a hand over the spot in my shoulder that feels like it’s on fire and my fingers graze a bandage of some kind. I squeeze my eyes shut, bringing my hands to my temples and cringing when a sharp pain shoots down my right arm.

Where am I?

And why am I here?

My brain struggles to focus, to make sense of the images wallpapering my mind. Splintered memories scatter behind my closed eyes and I take a deep breath, trying hard to focus.

Little things begin to make sense.

The sunshine. The Little League game.

I remember running. Fast and hard.

To escape.

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