I kissed Aiden's chest, appreciating the deep smell that always came from him. That smell that was so much a part of him.

            "This is perfection." He whispered. Running a hand over my bare back

            "You are perfection." I've never felt this perfect, this loved.

            "Do you believe in soul mates?" He asked me.

            "I believe more that there are three or four people out there for everyone. I don't believe people are tied down to one person. I believe that if you can find one of those three or four, then you're the luckiest person in the entire world." I answered.

            "Are you lucky?" He asked me.

            "Very. How about you?"

            "So lucky I can't think." He kissed me, the warmth from his lips spread over my body. It was always like this, every kiss more wonderful than the last. Adien's kisses, no matter how brief were the kind where the sensation didn't just end at the lips, the sensation spread.

            He pulled away from me, rolling over and reaching into the table next to the bed, when he turned over he looked nervous.

            "Taylor?" He bit his lower lip, I opened my mouth to talk but he held up his hand. "Wait, no don't. I need to keep my courage. Don't speak. Don't speak or I'll lose my nerve. Marry me?" He flipped open the jewelry box. Inside lay a silver engagement ring.

            "You know, I've always wanted to find a creative way to answer that question-" I started but he cut me off.

            "No, no forget it, it's ok we'll wait. I understand, I know you want to-"

            "No, Aiden let me finish. What I was going to say, before I was so rudely interrupted." I giggled and kissed him quickly. "Was, I've always wanted to answer this question creatively, differently. Not just a basic yes, I'll marry you, yes I love you. But somehow, I can't think of any other way at the moment."

            A smile lit up his face. "Is that a yes?"

            "Damn straight it's a yes." I answered. He smiled and slid the ring onto my left hand before kissing the finger it was on.

"I love you."
            "I love you too." I whispered, pressing my lips against his. His arms wrapped around my waist and drew me closer. I'm damn lucky I found him

            Later that night I watched as Aiden slept. His arm was draped lazily over my waist as he lay on his right shoulder. His shaggy black hair fell over his face. His expression was plain and content. Like he was worrying about absolutely nothing. I'd spent nights watching him sleep, and he looked different every night. Every time I watched him it was different. Sometimes he'd look upset, and cry out, squeezing me hard against him. Other times he'd be smiling, laughing even. And sometimes, he'd be like tonight, calm, content. Almost bored. You learn so much about a person watching them sleep.

I've been taught that perfection is something that is unattainable. But I don't believe that, because I've found perfection. Perfection is lying right next to me. Perfection is Aiden. I snuggled closer to him.

"You are amazing." I whispered softly, brushing his hair off his face. "So handsome. You respect me completely, always treat me wonderfully." His eyes were shut; dark eyelashes lay on his cheeks. Soft breaths came from his nose, breathing hot air onto my forehead as I stared up at him. "How did I get so lucky?" His arm curled around my waist.

"Do you always whisper when I'm asleep?" He asked, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Only when you look this adorable." I answered blushing.

"Don't let me stop you, keep going."

I looked down. "Umm, you're perfect?"

"Nope, I'm just human. You're the perfect one."

"I'm no angel, so how can I be perfect?"

"Just can." He insisted.

"Then you can be perfect too." I kissed him. "Now go to sleep."

"I'm asleep," He closed his eyes and was out in moments. I'd never had an easy time sleeping. It had gotten better since I met Aiden, but it was still often hours before I got to sleep. Ten minutes later, he opened one eye. "You sleep too." He ordered.

"God, you're cute." I commented. "Always caring about me so much."

"Of course I care, no sleep." I sighed, and closed my eyes. It only took me moments before I went to sleep.


            "No Morgan. We haven't set a date yet. He proposed last night!" I said to my friend Morgan over coffee the next morning at the nearby café.

            "Well you have to have something in mind. Come on Taylor, I know you. You're thinking of a date." She leaned over her steaming cup to look me in the eye.

            "Ok well, August 15th, that's about 6 months from now. We aren't planning something too huge. 200 guests tops."

            "Oh yeah, tiny." Morgan muttered sarcastically.

            "That is small, big weddings are above 300 people." I laughed.

            "Oh yeah… My idea of a wedding is no more than 20 people, at the trailhead of a really awesome backpacking trip. Where me and prince charming can proceed to go on our one month camping trip of a honeymoon as soon as the ceremony is over." Said Morgan, taking a sip of her coffee.

            "Well, we were thinking of something a little more, hmmm, indoor perhaps? And for a honeymoon, maybe a trip around Europe."

            "All you people from high class families. Want the fancy hotel wedding, with the honeymoon in Paris. What are you going to do? Have sex on top of the Eiffel Tower? Just imagine, you're about to orgasm when oops, honey bear falls off the top of the tower. Spat!" She laughed.

            "Don't start on the high class family bullshit. Who's the one whose parents bought her a Ferrari when she turned 16? And you can't fall off the top of the Eiffel Tower. Having been there you should know it's fenced."

            "Ok, ok, I stand defeated." Morgan lifted her hands. "But on the note of the Ferrari. Don't forget I returned it to the dealership, and bought a good old Honda civic the day after. Now you on the other hand were perfectly content to drive around your beautiful little Mercedes convertible."

            "Alright, we're both rich spoiled people. That has been settled. I don't understand what's wrong with a romantic honeymoon, and a hotel wedding." I insisted.

            "Nothing just felt like giving you a hard time." Morgan smiled. "I'm very happy for you. In fact, I'm taking both you and Aiden out tonight. My treat. Now, if you'll excuse me, my boss is going to shoot me in the head if I'm late." She kissed my cheek and left the café.