Katie and Nick were laying on the couch together, watching a movie.
Nick was kissing her neck, and running his hands down her body.
"Nick, stop." she said softly.
He looked up. "What? What's wrong?"
"I-" Katie sat up. "I don't know."
"Well, something's gotta be wrong."
Katie sighed. "I'm just so sick of sex!"
Nick looked at her confused. "Well, it's not so much that. It's more that I'm just sick of us expecting to have sex. I miss being spontaneous."
"Ok, then, we won't just have sex." Nick said.
"And-" Katie stopped herself.
"And what?"
"Don't you ever just want to be held? I mean, just lei in someone's arms, and just know your cared about? And that nothing is expected of you?"
Nick paused, then sat up, and wrapped his arms around her. "Katie, you know I care about you more then anything. And if you just wanna be held, I'll hold you. I'll hold you forever if you want.
Katie rested her head on Nick's shoulder. "That's sounds nice. "Thank you."
He kissed the top of her head. "Thank you for agreeing to be my wife."
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