Melissa almost tackled me from behind, hugging me to her tightly and pressing her hard n*****s into my back.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Me too," I replied.
The water was warm enough, so I grabbed the shower nozzle and shifted the water from the faucet to the shower head. Melissa refused to release me.
"Greg, will you really marry me?" she whispered. "I'm not asking you to say 'yes' right now, you understand. I'm not asking you to marry me. What I'm asking is if you really want to settle for me and be my husband. I'm not as smart as the college girls you've dated, Greg. I don't want you to marry me and then be disappointed, and wind up cheating like my dad did."
I managed to shrug out of her grasp and turned to face her. I smiled at her and shook my head.
"You're smarter than you gi
