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meeting I was an over sharer. I’m not sure if I was trying to overcompensate for his monosyllabic answers but either way, I was quite the donor of information. Now though, I can wait it out.
    The silence seems to last forever. Internally, I have to bite my tongue and pinch at my sides to hold back any small chitchat. I’ve got to win this one.
    “Impressive.” The sides of Jack’s mouth pull up and his white teeth shine back at me like a wolf about to devour its prey. Even his breaking first is only one word. I can’t respond, not yet. I’ve got to hold out a minute longer.
    My eyes meet Jack’s and they are locked like we are speaking a deep conversation, one that only two people in love could participate in. It’s full of meaning and filled with a moment that is beyond special. This moment is filled with silence, with absolutely no words, and yet so much has transpired.
    Jack reaches for my hand. His eyes are boring into mine. He gently kisses each one of my fingertips. “Lauren, I don’t need to set you free; you were already mine to begin with.” His lips trace over my knuckles. “The moment you came striding into that pecan farm, looking frazzled.”
    I jerk my head back and narrow my eyes.
    “And fabulous.” He smiles. “I knew in that moment that you were mine. My heart skipped a beat and I was bothered. I’d never felt anything like that before.” He kisses my wrist. “I didn’t want it to be true, that someone I didn’t know could have such a strong effect on me.” His lips trail up my arm and goose bumps are forming along my skin. I’m going to faint from the gentleness of his kisses. He is making me swoon and I’m falling into this deep moment where I can’t see anything. All my thoughts are gone. My mind is only sparkles of an array of colors. My breathing is heavy and his lips are only on my arm.
    “So, Lauren, no…I don’t have to set you free…” Jack’s lips meet mine and he parts my mouth with his tongue. Our tongues latch on to each other in an intense swirl of passion and love twisted together, rolling over and over, pulling every which way. Will we always kiss like this? Will his mouth always taste this delicious? My parents never kiss like this in front of me. But do they even kiss like this in private? I shake my head and pull back. Note to self, never question your parents’ kissing routines while kissing your fiancé. Yuck.
    “What’s wrong?” Jack’s head cocks to the right. His eyes are full of discernment.
    I shake my head. “It’s nothing.”
    “It doesn’t seem like nothing. You just pulled away from probably one of the best kisses of your life.”
    I roll my eyes. “How would you qualify it for the best kiss of my life?”
    His eyes sparkle back at me. “For starters it was with me.”
    I laugh. “You’re so ridiculous… It’s a good thing you’re a good kisser.”
    Jack clears his throat. “Good? That seems a little bit low in respect to value.”
    “Oh, Jack, I love your kisses and I love you.” I lean into his body and our lips meet again.
    “That’s more like it.” Jack pulls back. “But seriously, why did you pull back?” He traces along the side of my face with his thumb.
    I eye the floor. “I was just…it’s kind of gross…well don’t take it the wrong way. But I was thinking about my parents kissing.”
    “Hmm…not anything a man wants to hear his fiancée say when he asks what she was thinking about during one of the best kisses of her life.”
    I laugh. “Yes, yes, the best kiss… Anyways…I was just wondering if they ever kissed passionately? What would become of our kisses if we have kids?” I swallow. We haven’t really tackled this topic properly yet. It seems the focus of our relationship has been about the physical distance of our locations and trying to close that, not our life plans. Well, Jack has moved his entire life to be with me here. But what does our future to hold? Kids? What would that mean for us and