“Baby, we should go to Vegas!” Charlie bounced through the door.
“What? No. I can resist anything except temptation.” God, he looked good. That half-smile of his made my heart pound.
“What are you talking about? You don’t even gamble.” He grabbed an apple out of the basket on the counter.
“So there’s no reason to go, is there?” I snatched the apple and took a bite.
“Sure there is! We could watch some shows, like George Wallace – my buddy said he’s hilarious and gives out free stuff.” He winked as he snatched the apple back and took a bite.
“Is he raunchy? Because I think that kind of humor is in bad taste.” I leaned toward him and opened my mouth. He let me take another bite of the apple.
“Nah, he’s just funny, I think. Please, go to Vegas with me, Baby!” He leaned in close to my face. Too close.
“I really should stay away from temptation.” My heart raced and I turned to get something out of the refrigerator. I didn’t know what, but I needed to cool down.
“What temptation? You couldn’t care less about casinos and the only other thing Vegas has is… Oh. Really? Temptation?” I turned to see a huge smile on his face – not one of those smoldering half-smiles, but a gleaming all-teeth smile that practically knocked me over.
“I don’t know…it all started bubbling up when you said Vegas. If we go, we might end up…” I bit my lip. I couldn’t actually say it.
“And that would be bad?” His eyebrows pinched together.
“We just haven’t planned anything. We haven’t thought it through, or even talked about it…” He moved toward me and placed his finger over my lips.
“Baby, will you marry me?”