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You Call That a Proposal?!
As had always been the case in the two months they'd been together, Trish was excited whenever Randy came to pick her up. That night was certainly no exception. In fact, the blonde was practically grinning from ear-to-ear as she opened her apartment door to see him standing there.
"Hello, beautiful," the young man said with a wink. His face wore his typical smile - which strangely always more closely resembled a smirk. No matter, Trish found the expression incredibly sexy.
"Hi, Randy!" she nearly squealed. She pretty much melted as he reached for her right hand, pressing it to his lips and kissing the back of it.
The man gave her goosebumps. To Trish, Randy Orton was the epitome of a romancer. The fact that they still had yet to sleep together didn't matter at all. If anything, it only added to his sexiness, as far as she was concerned. Things couldn't have been more perfect.
Trish was still grinning as she reached for the delicate wrap she'd tossed carefully on her dining room table. It was a lovely shade of pink and matched her dress to a tee. She began to put it on, but her boyfriend stopped her with a raised forefinger.
"No, gorgeous... Allow me." With that, the dark-haired man neeared her even more, taking the pretty garment off her hands. Going behind his girlfriend, he started to put the wrap over her dainty shoulders, but not before he touched her first.
Trish sank deeply into Randy's caressing touch as he gently allowed her fingertips and then entirety of his large hands brush over her skin. Again, she felt goosebumps coming, but at the same time, she experienced a floaty sensation she swore had to be heaven. And then, as she leaned farther still into his touch, feeling his warm breath against the side of her neck, Trish abruptly pulled back.
Her mouth hung open, though she shouldn't have felt at all surprised. After all, he was a man. She tried to keep her eyes up rather than there, and she raised a hand to her mouth, a small, girlish laugh bubbling from her.
"Randy!"
Shockingly, the tall man blushed ever so much. He tore his gaze from her, his head bowing a little.
"Sorry, honey," he said. "I can't help it... you're just so sexy!"
The blonde giggled again, and then they left. She was really looking forward to the date. They were going for dinner at a fancy French restaurant. Then, afterward, Randy was taking her on a horse-drawn carriage ride through Central Park. It was the epitome of a truly romantic evening.
As soon as they entered Chez-Jacques and were seated, thought started racing through Trish's head. Aside from being a true romantic at heart, she was a practical idealist and wanted it all. And for the blonde, "all" encompassed marriage, a white picket fence surrounding a comfortably-sized home in Long Island and three kids, with a dog to play with them. She barely glanced over the menu before pushing it aside and folding her hands, her eyes sparkling as she fixed them on Randy.
"You know what?" she began. She bit her lip and paused.
"Hmm?"
"Well, what if... I just thought... What if we were to get married-"
"Okay, let's get married," he said, barely glancing up from the menu in his hands.
Trish stared at him with confusion and disbelief. Had she heard him correctly? He was so nonchalant and... and he hadn't actually just proposed to her. She frowned and cocked her head as she studied him.
"Um... Okay."
Randy raised his gaze to her and smiled.
"Coo, so it's settled... We'll get married." He then went right back to perusing the menu, and their waiter approached.
Trish was still highly confused, and dumbfounded as well, as she hadn't made a selection for dinner. Hastily, her eyes scanned the menu, and she picked something. Unfortunately, she chose the escargots, and she ended up hating them.
Somehow, when they left an hour later and went on the carriage ride, the air in the night no longer seemed to possess a spark of romance. Trish was just at a loss for words. In essence, she had basically proposed to herself. What on earth was romantic about that? Except for an occasional "thank you" to her boyfriend - no, he was now her fiance - she was pretty much silent.
In spite of everything, the petite blonde supposed she should have been happy. She was now engaged, and she'd
been yearning for that for years. And she did truly love Randy and wanted to spend her life with him. It
was just the way that it had come to be that made her feel so... empty inside.