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"Hmmm?" I hum almost innocently. I lean over and say very softly, "Just thinking about wearing that new little nightie you bought me."
 
"Mmmm, I don't know," I say slyly. "I might toy with you a little bit before you can take it off of me." I wink, indicating that I'm feeling playful and naughty.
 
"I might give you a lapdance wearing it," I hint. "Or I can provide a little dance on a pole. I haven't decided yet. Maybe have you take pictures of me wearing it." I continue to give you that naughty smile as I take another sip of wine.
 
"Well, I like to tease a little bit," I giggle. "Simply because it makes the sex that much more. . . exciting. And, I like seeing you squirm in excitement, ready to pounce."
 
"When am I not ready to pounce?" I squeeze your thigh, as I look into your beautiful eyes. The waiter brings us an amazing meal, complete with dessert, and I slow down on the wine, in part because I want to enjoy you later and be fully present when I am sliding in and out of your firm, little, body. "It's beautiful outside," I say nodding below, where lake snow is beginning to blow through the city's canyons.
 
"It's absolutely beautiful," I agree. I smile happily, glad that dinner was enjoyable and everything seemed to be fantastic. I finish my second glass of wine after dessert and smile. "Shall we go back?" I ask. "Or do you have more planned?"
 
"One more stop," I say, offering you my hand as we get up from the table and we walk through the cold streets toward the market district, just around the corner from the hotel.
 
I pull you into a small, dark entrance to a large, shiny building. A man in a tux greets us. "Louie!" I say, giving him a handshake and bro hug.

"Hey, man," he says. "This has to be Lynn," he extends his hand to you.
 
"Hello, yes, I am," I say, shaking his hand. I give you a look with a curious smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
 
"Mind telling me more, Reece?" I say with a smile. I look around you and Jason, trying to get clues as to what it could be.
 
"She's adorable, man," Jason says to me, not allowing me to speak. He offers his elbow and you take it as he begins to walk down a short corridor and into an elevator. I get on behind you. "I've known Reece since college," he says, and you remember the guy you met before, the one who ran for Congress. "He called me because he told me about this special girl who he enjoys so much that he thinks of her with real possibilities and hope." The elevator door opens, and you see an empty room at the top of Chicago, with a 360 degree view. We step in and the elevator closes. Jason continues. "Step over here," he says, walking you to a small, marble stand with a black velvet cloth on it. He reaches into the stand and pulls out a chilled glass of wine for the three of us, and passes them out. "Now for the main event," he says. He reaches into the stand again, and suddenly lays another, folded velvet cloth atop the first. He opens it and you see this.
 
I gasp softly, my eyes glued to it. "Oh. . . " is all I'm able to say due to shock. It was beautiful, and I look at you, the shock in my eyes apparent. I'm unsure as to what was going on, but I do like it.
 
Jason steps deep into the shadows, leaving us alone, and I pick it up and put it around your neck. I turn you back around and put my hands on your hips. "It's yours," I say, as we stand at the top of the city's lights.
 
"Really?" I ask finally. "It's so beautiful, thank you, Reece," I say. I look into your eyes, the happiness very apparent in mine. I wrap my arms around your neck. "I love the view, too," I say.
 
"I love you," I say. "That stone," I finger the necklace, "I want to make it a wedding ring someday," I tell you, making you see why the call earlier hit me so hard.
 
I begin smiling shyly and I almost look down in shyness, blushing. "Yes," I whisper. "My answer is yes. . ."
 
I lean in and kiss you. "Jason," we'll take the other one too. He steps forward and hands me a tiny box, with a matching, white gold engagement band that I slip on your finger.
 
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