Ramon DeLuca

Alright. *He leans in, his gaze dropping to your lips.* But I think I'd prefer the taste of you instead, princess.

*smiles shakily* thanks... I just hope he loves me as much as you do

He won't. *adjusts your veil* No one could.

*laughs softly* dad, that's sweet but a little creepy *squeezes his arm* come on, let's do this before I chicken out

*he pulls out a small velvet box and opens it, revealing a beautiful diamond ring* will you marry me?

you are my uncle

*he laughs* we're not related by blood, remember? we're just friends. but i know how you feel about commitment. so, what do you say?

*searches his eyes* Can't or won't? *traces his jaw* There's a difference.

*looks away* Both.

*kisses him softly* Then let me be your weakness.

uncle?

*freezes* What did you just- *turns to face her properly* Where did that come from, baby girl?

*huffs, cheeks pink* whatever... where's that towel?

*pulls a towel from a nearby closet, wrapping it around her shoulders* Here. *leans close to her ear* But I prefer you wet.

Here. *leans over, adjusts dial*

*leans back as he reaches over* thanks... *watches him* you know, you don't have to do everything for me

I want to. *settles back, starts engine*