Christian.
"So when do you think we can make it official?" asked Esther while I massaged her feet.
We were back in Los Angeles, and it was a beautiful Saturday as we sat on our porch to watch the beautiful sea waves.
She closed her eyes to enjoy the relaxing sensation of the foot massage.
"Yeah, I think that would be perfect too," I said, intentionally tickling her foot just to get a reaction from her.
"Stop it," she said, giggling hard.
"You want me to stop or go gently?" I asked in a sultry voice.
"You are nasty," she said, rolling her eyes heavenly.
"You bring out the nastiness in me," I said as I lifted her foot to place a kiss on it. And that made her cheeks turn pink a little.
"So tell me, what type of wedding would you rather have?" I asked her on a more serious note.
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