Her arms lift to twine around his neck, holding on to him as he leans over her to kiss her, slow and languid and loving. It's stupid to say that there's a difference between the way he's kissed her before and the way he's kissing her now, but she swears it's true, it's different. She can feel it. They're going to get for-real married.

"What, right now?" Alarmed, she tightens her arms around his neck so he can't escape. "No, Carlito, stay!"