Just as she had sucked up the courage to be daring and thought about sliding her fingers below the waistband of his shorts, he dropped into that classic proposal pose again.  She watched him amused as he worked on removing his shoes and socks.<em>Would a guy ever drop into that pose and hold a ring out to her</em>?  Preferably one that wasn't after the prestige of having a model for a wife or interested in her bank account.<br/><br/>She squeaked as she was abruptly brought back to the present as he twirled her around.<em>What is he up to now?</em>Had barely registered in her mind when she felt him tugging the leg of her panties up and...<em>oh my god</em>...her eyes grew wide as his lips brushed against one bum cheek and then the other, reducing her legs to jelly and if he hadn't been holding onto her she very well would have crumbled to the floor.  It was amazing how he could make her quake with the briefest of kisses.<br/><br/>If he looked closely enough he might find the little lady bug tattoo on the curve of her right cheek, a reminder of the one and only moment of rebellion in her teenage years.