The door clicked shut. I had two hours to kill, before I got to experience what real living felt like again.
I started to knock even as the door opened. Her hair was down and still partially wet from her shower. She saw my look and colored a little, "Sorry about the wet look. I forgot my hairdryer."
"I like it!"
She shook her head, "You just like me and don't care how I look."
I reached out and grasped several strands of her damp hair and looked her directly in the eye, "I like your hair down." I said firmly.
Her gaze turned a little bashful and she said, "Okay I'll wear it down more often for you then."
"I'd like that." I responded with.
"Well Mister Tyre I would very much like to start kissing you again. Won't you come in?"
The minutes passed into hours as we kissed. We were both shaking with how much we wanted each other. Anna drew back and rested her forehead against my shoulder and groaned aloud with frustration.
She pushed back from me and her eyes were pleading as she asked, "When are you going to make an honest woman out of me Tyre? This is torture!" She said as she held her ring finger up in the air beseechingly.
It had been the opening I had been waiting for. I fumbled the ring out of my pocket and into my hand and reaching up I slid the ring down her finger before she knew what was happening. She stared in shock at the glittering display of the diamond ring on her finger. She was breathing hard in fact it was close to hyperventilating and I was beginning to wonder if I needed to go get a bag!
She looked at me with her heart in her eyes, "Really?"
"Yes!"
It was like she couldn't believe it even though I'd told her and the proof was on her finger. Her hands seized my head then and she began to kiss me harder than ever before. She pulled back from the kiss, her eyes passionate and I saw her fingers rise to start undoing the buttons of her shirt.
Breathing heavy my hands settled over top of hers and stopped them. Her eyes questioned me and I responded, "I can wait. I think we should wait."
Her hands fell away and she leaned forward against me again and whispered, "Me too."
I rubbed her back as I held her against me. "How does 3 p.m. at the courthouse in two days from now sound to you?"
"You're serious?" She exclaimed excitedly.