“What do you think of my parents’ house?” Aaron asked Felicia. He leaned against the doorframe of the nicest guest bedroom of the tree house. Aaron had insisted his new girlfriend should have the largest room with the most luxurious bathroom suite, the best view of the waterfall, and most importantly, the largest bed. He wanted her to be pampered beyond her limited imagination.
“This is incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Most people had never seen anything like the tree house that had been built literally over a waterfall on the Landsman River in New York’s beautiful Hudson Valley.
“How do you like America?”
“I love it. I never thought I would ever have a chance to come here.” Felicia pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees like an excited little girl stuck within the incredible body of the woman he’d fallen in love with. The king-sized bed where she sat surrounded by pillows and comforters was larger than her entire bedroom back home. The bedroom she shared with two of her sisters.
“Any chance you might like to make America a more permanent location to live?” Why was he nervous all of a sudden? Felicia had been the one who had instigated their meeting. She had called Aaron all the way from her father’s small, crowded home in Guatemala practically insisting that they were meant to be together. She had followed him to America to attend his brother’s wedding and hadn’t stopped smiling since the private jet landed.
“I would love that.” Felicia’s voice softened as if she could tell the conversation had shifted from the excitement of visiting his family’s home to an invitation for them to take their relationship to the next level. “Any chance you would be interested in having me here on a more permanent basis?”
“I think I would love to have you here. But I think I would want you to be my wife first.”
She gulped but didn’t answer him, the expression on her face both expectant and stunned.
“I’m having a really hard time with you here in that bed and not being able to climb in next to you.” Aaron’s voice lowered to a frustrated huskiness.
“I’m having a really hard time not inviting you to climb in next to me.”
“I don’t like the idea of taking you back to your parents’ house and dropping you off and then going to my hotel room and not seeing you again for a whole night.”
“Then don’t.” Her eyes beckoned him to take her with him to his hotel room.
“You would need to be my wife in order to spend the night with me.”
“Then make me your wife.”
“How would your parents feel if you came home to Guatemala as a married woman?”
“They would probably throw a feast in celebration.”
“They wouldn’t be angry with you?” Aaron hesitated. “Or angry with me?”
“They would be angrier if you defiled me before we were married,” Felicia said. “And the way I feel right now, all I want is for you come here and lay with me.”
“Did you bring your birth certificate and passport with you?”
“Of course, I would not have been able to come into America without it.”
“Would you like to come with me tomorrow down to the courthouse and apply for a marriage license?”
“I would very much like that.”
Aaron could barely breathe. “I want to marry you, Felicia.”
“I want to marry you too Aaron.”
“I should probably do this correctly.” Aaron walked forward toward the bed, lowered himself to his knees and took her hands in his. “Felicia Cohen, will you do me the honor becoming my bride?”
“Yes, Prince Aaron Sayid, I will.”
Aaron didn’t hesitate. He climbed up into the bed with her and held her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers.
He kissed her for almost an hour, wishing he could do more, looking forward to the next few days when he would be allowed to do more. When he would be allowed to show her physically everything he had wanted to tell her emotionally.
Aaron wanted to finally make love to a woman who he loved instead of having a one-night stand, or worse. He now knew that sex was not meant to be casual; it was meant to be shared between two people who loved one another and were joined in legal matrimony. He never dreamed he would think this. A lot had changed in the past year, and Aaron was a changed man.
Felicia was the woman that Aaron wanted to be with for the rest of his life, and he wanted to start his life right now. But he loved and respected her enough, and he respected himself enough, to wait another day or two.
Aaron dragged all the willpower he had inside himself in order to leave Felicia’s bed and walk down the hall and climb into his own.