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Halloween had always been Zoey's favorite holiday. She liked costumes, which was obvious to anyone who ever watched her perform. At the moment, she was sorting through which costume she was actually going to wear.
Ben was going to be a gangster (The Godfather style), so everyone assumed Zoey was just going to be a gangster moll to match. Actually, she wasn't so sure about that. Maybe she'd be a cigarette girl...or a flapper...or she's put on a short dress with some bunny ears and call it a night. There was a little bit of time left before the party anyway.
Stepping back, she dropped her hands onto her hips to look at the costumes she had laid out on Ben and her bed. Moments later, she felt arms around her waist. "Be whatever the gold dress is. I like it."
"You're predictable," she laughed and turned around in his arms to look at him.
"You're not," Ben countered, though the look Zoey gave him suggested that she knew that very well. "Just means you know what I'm about to ask...."
"Ben," Zoey started, but he cut her off. She'd promised to answer him last Friday, but he hadn't asked again so she hadn't given him any definites.
"Will you marry me?" He was looking right into her eyes and there was no way she could have broken the gaze if she wanted to.
Moment of truth. Zoey had to answer him. She wasn't sure she was breathing, but words were coming out so she must have been. "I want to." When it registered that she'd actually answered with something positive, Ben went still; his hands were tighter on her waist and he nearly looked shocked.
"Really?" Before he even finished the word, she was nodding. Ben pulled her face closer so he could kiss her. It was short though and he was turning around.
Zoey's eyebrows raised as she watched him. "What are you doing?" He muttered something about her constant impatience, but then he was turning back around with something small and sparkly in his hand.
Ben took her hand and slid the ring on as he watched her. "We're really getting married?"
But Zoey was paying too much attention to the ring to say anything back at the time. It was gorgeous. It looked old to her, but that only made it better. She could be such a girl sometimes, contrary to popular belief. When faced with an actual ring, she couldn't even think of why she said no to begin with. When she looked back up at him and he had an expectant expression on his face, Zoey wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and stretched up to kiss him.
"I'll take that as a yes," he laughed, half saying it into her mouth anyway before he was kissing her back.
Ben was going to be a gangster (The Godfather style), so everyone assumed Zoey was just going to be a gangster moll to match. Actually, she wasn't so sure about that. Maybe she'd be a cigarette girl...or a flapper...or she's put on a short dress with some bunny ears and call it a night. There was a little bit of time left before the party anyway.
Stepping back, she dropped her hands onto her hips to look at the costumes she had laid out on Ben and her bed. Moments later, she felt arms around her waist. "Be whatever the gold dress is. I like it."
"You're predictable," she laughed and turned around in his arms to look at him.
"You're not," Ben countered, though the look Zoey gave him suggested that she knew that very well. "Just means you know what I'm about to ask...."
"Ben," Zoey started, but he cut her off. She'd promised to answer him last Friday, but he hadn't asked again so she hadn't given him any definites.
"Will you marry me?" He was looking right into her eyes and there was no way she could have broken the gaze if she wanted to.
Moment of truth. Zoey had to answer him. She wasn't sure she was breathing, but words were coming out so she must have been. "I want to." When it registered that she'd actually answered with something positive, Ben went still; his hands were tighter on her waist and he nearly looked shocked.
"Really?" Before he even finished the word, she was nodding. Ben pulled her face closer so he could kiss her. It was short though and he was turning around.
Zoey's eyebrows raised as she watched him. "What are you doing?" He muttered something about her constant impatience, but then he was turning back around with something small and sparkly in his hand.
Ben took her hand and slid the ring on as he watched her. "We're really getting married?"
But Zoey was paying too much attention to the ring to say anything back at the time. It was gorgeous. It looked old to her, but that only made it better. She could be such a girl sometimes, contrary to popular belief. When faced with an actual ring, she couldn't even think of why she said no to begin with. When she looked back up at him and he had an expectant expression on his face, Zoey wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and stretched up to kiss him.
"I'll take that as a yes," he laughed, half saying it into her mouth anyway before he was kissing her back.