When Sara woke the next mourning she was surprised to feel the warmth of a body next to her. She looked over to see Chad's sleeping form next to her. Oh my goodness, she thought to herself. It wasn't a dream after all. The events of the previous night came flooding back and she slid out of the bed hastily.
What was she doing here in his bed, and how was she going to get out of the room without waking him? The thought of facing him in the light of day was too mortifying. What could he possibly be thinking? She realized that she was simply wearing an over sized button-up T-shirt that didn't belong to her. Chad's. He obviously undressed her last night as well. She blushed furiously at the thought of him seeing her naked body.
While she was looking around for something to wear, she didn't hear the footfalls behind her. "I hope you're not getting dressed to run out on me." Chad murmured in her ear.
She gave a frightened squeak. "You startled me," she turned around not looking him in the eyes be because he had guessed exactly what she planned to do.
His hand grazed her cheek gently causing her to look at him. "Sara, why are you running away. Why do you keep running from me? I thought we were friends."
"What are you doing here Chad. Shouldn't you be with this woman that you were telling me about. Don't tell me she turned you down." Sara said a bit bitterly at the last sentence.
He smiled at her for a moment, and then began to laugh. Sara not like the way she was the butt of his joke turned away with angry tears. He could laugh all he wanted but she wasn't going to stick around to share his amusement. 'Sara," he took a hold of her arm and turned her back to him, "for a smart woman you've been quite dense. Haven't you figured out how I feel about you yet?" His eyes looking down in to hers. She searched his face for any signs that showed that he could be teasing her. There were none, and her heart contracted.
She couldn't believe what his words implied. For many years she had loved him and he was just a dream to her, and now here he was. "You don't mean it. You can't," she denied, turning away once more.
"Why can't I? You're warm, giving, and beautiful. How could I not have fallen for you? Sara, I think I loved you since the moment I saw you. I don't think I realized it at the time, but I know feel it in my heart," he said taking her and placing it on his chest. "Fell how my heart beats for you. It's never beat like this for anyone else."
Sara knew that he was tell the truth then. She burst into tears, and he took her in his arms. He stroked her, hair, 'Baby, why are you crying. Surely, me telling you how I feel can't be that bad. If you don't love me back, I'll have to deal with it, but please don't cry, it's breaking my heart."
She looked up at him, "But I'm not crying because I don't love you, I do. I'm crying because, I have loved you for so long and I can't believe that you feel the same way."
"But I do baby, I want you in my life. I want you to be my wife." She gasped at his declaration. Her heart was pounding so fast. If this was a dream she didn't want to wake up.
"You want me to be your wife?"
"Among other things, I want you to be my lover, my best friend, the mother of my children. Sara, since you've come into my life, I can't imagine it without you." As happy as she was, she couldn't help to think about how he would feel when she told him that she had known him since high school.
"Chad, there's really something you ought to know?"
"What's that?"
