Billie Bob Taylor
"You've been begging to marry me for months on end and I'm presenting the idea to you and you're coming up with every excuse in the book to why we shouldn't," I stood up from the couch and took his hand in mine, "I love you Dito and I don't want to wait for another year before I get a chance to call you my husband."
"Bobby, maybe you're still wrapped up in us seeing Danilo get baptised and yes the sex was amazing, but I know you. You're spontaneous then tomorrow morning you'll regret the fact we got married before we could sort everything out. My past-"
"I don't give a damn about your past, whether you Neto, Benedito or fucking Barney," I frowned.
