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She moved to get up, but I tightened my hold. I didn’t want her to leave my embrace. In my arms was where she belonged.

“You want to marry me?”

“Of course, I do. You are the love of my life, baby. I want to spend whatever time I have left on this earth as your husband. Marry me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll marry you.”

I kissed her on the top of her head. Although I was a Nomad, for my club, I was always home with her.