She grinned when he pulled his shirt off, shifting to make it easier for him to get hers off as well. His hands on her skin elicited soft sighs of pleasure. As always his touch made her feel worshiped, cherished, loved. They still had so much to talk about, but she didn't think she could be blamed for simply melting into his touch after he'd proposed to her like that. The words still echoed in her mind, intensifying her need for him. She shuddered slightly as he kissed her neck, breath hitching when his mouth found her breasts. Her body arched into his touch, her mind full of the fact that he wasn't just her boyfriend anymore. He was her fiance. And most importantly of all, he was hers. As her hands wandered over whatever skin they could reach, she murmured, "Mgodi." Mine.