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�I�ll explain in a minute,� I said, burrowing deeper into his arms. Harm didn�t argue, probably realizing that I was in no state to fight back and that pushing would only make me clam up.
After a few minutes I took Harm�s hand and led him to the bed. We curled up together and I rested my head on his chest, my ear over his heart. I explained everything, from the nightmare to every step taken in the park, and I felt Harm�s arms tighten around me with each sentence I uttered. He waited until I was finished and, instead of getting angry at me for not waking him up and letting him know what was going on, he just asked if I was alright.
�I�m okay. Just a little shaken,� I admitted. I lifted my head off his chest and looked into his eyes. �Harm, I want to start planning our wedding. I mean, really planning. Setting a date, sending out invitations, freaking out over caterers and floral arrangements. I don�t want to wait any more.�
Almost two years of talking, subtle innuendos and hinting at deeper feelings that neither one of us was ready to admit to outright, we shared our first kiss. We fumbled through the next six months, trying to date while hiding from all the people we loved. We spent our one year anniversary up at Sarah Rabb�s farm where Harm proposed in front of the one person who knew that we were more than just partners. And now, almost four months later, we were still as closeted as we had been when we were hiding our feelings from each other as well as everyone else. Only now there was more to feel guilty about.
TBC...