and the plans we had for our future. He asked personal questions I hated answering—questions I normally didn’t feel comfortable talking about—however I felt a sense of peace when I was around him. Eventually, I let my guard down, telling him everything about my life.
After our date, he took me home and walked me to the front door. He gave me a hug and then kissed me again, except that time, the little peck he gave me earlier was history.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, keeping our kisses at a steady pace. His one hand rested on my hip while his other hand cupped the back of my neck. The kiss felt seductive, making me hot and bothered. It was an explosive feeling I wasn’t used to.
Brax deepened the kiss then walked me back until I was pinned against the side of the house. I pulled back, out of breath, trying to hide my embarrassment.
He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. “Don’t hide from me, Jazzy,” he said as he looked into my eyes.
Placing my hand on his chest, I felt his heart racing.
“Do you feel that?
I nodded; my mouth unable to speak without shrilling myself.
“It’s beating fast for you. Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop. I feel like a different man when you’re around.”
God, just hearing him call me Jazzy made me want to kiss him over and over again. There was something about the way he said my name that made me feel cherished.
“Say you’ll go out with me? Say you’ll be my girl. There’s something between us, baby. Something I can’t explain, but I know I need to have more of you.”
I was shocked when Brax asked me out on a date. But this…I can’t put into words how I was feeling.
“Are you going to answer me?” He watched me closely. “I’m not leaving without hearing you say yes.”
Whatever was going on between us felt different. It felt right. It might have scared the shit out of me, but at the same time, I yearned to have more. So I agreed to be Brax’s girlfriend, praying he wouldn’t hurt me. Because only God knew what another heartbreak would do to me if he did.
**
That summer, for the first time in my life, everything started falling into place. I found my own place, moving two and a half hours away to Dewy Beach, and started waitressing for a busy crab shack in town. I signed a two-year lease on an ocean front condo. It was a busy time in my life, but I was enjoying every minute of it.
Brax and I continued dating while he remained in college, studying for his degree. My complex wasn’t that far from campus, so I was able to see him more than I anticipated. There were big obstacles he had to overcome, but I stood by his side and did the best I could, encouraging him along the way.
One year led to two, two years led to three, and by the third year Brax asked for my hand in marriage. I was speechless, shocked. And when I accepted his proposal, there were happy tears of joy.
Six months later, we said our vows under the sunset with our feet in the sand, facing the ocean. We were surrounded by his family and our friends as we became one under God.
Our wedding wasn’t formal, because that wasn’t who we were. I was a simple girl from a hectic world, and Brax was perfectly fine with whatever I wanted. His only request was that we hurry up and get married so I would have his last name. That was all he seemed to care about. I laughed at his possessiveness, but it only made me love him even more. I had a guy who genuinely wanted to make me the happiest girl in the world.
I had finally found my forever.
When Brax received his master’s degree, he opened a construction business. I was proud of my husband for succeeding after the challenges he had faced. He wasn’t just handsome; he was a pure genius.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and before I knew it, I found out I was pregnant with our little girl. Savanah Summer Sorrentino was born September 19, 2013, making me the luckiest girl on the planet.
Finally, all of my