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Dante remembered how nervous Maggie had been the first time they kissed. She had trembled when his lips touched hers. She had relaxed into the kiss with all of the passion of a school girl. There had remained in her the ability to love and he had found it. He smiled and said, "She's got a good soul." The summer found Maggie living with Dante in his studio. During the day, she worked in the local office of the Fallen Angels while Dante cast the statues to complete William's commission. They both found their days rewarding, but that was nothing compared to the evenings together. Completely naked, Maggie reclined on the sofa. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open as if ready to receive a kiss. Everything about her pose screamed out for the right man to come and make passionate love to her. Seated across from her, Dante's hands drove a pencil close to its breaking point capturing the sight. He said, "You're so beautiful." "You're the only one who thinks that," Maggie replied. The intensity of his gaze upon her body thrilled her. His eyes missed nothing. She knew that he saw every flaw in her body, but there was no trace of them in his work. She asked, "Are you going to show this to anyone?" "You have asked the question that torments the soul of this artist and lover," Dante answered pausing from his drawing. "Torments?" "Yes. As your lover I want you all to myself. No one but me should be able to gaze upon your body. As an artist, I want the world to see it. Such beauty should not be hidden. It has to be shared. The conflict is tearing me apart," Dante said. He looked down at the sketchpad. "I don't mind if others see it," Maggie said. She knew that plenty of men had already seen her naked and under circumstances that were very seedy. After all, she had been a prostitute. "I do. I love you. I have since the day I met you. I want to protect you from every eye that might look upon you with lecherous intent," Dante said. Maggie's breath was taken away. It was the first time that Dante had told her that he loved her. Rather than react, she said, "There's a small matter of my past." Rising from his chair, Dante approached her while saying, "Your past is in the past. I don't care about what you've done in the past. I care about the now. I care about the future. I want you to have the best present and future possible." "That's nice," Maggie said. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying. He lowered his body to cover hers and said, "I love you." Maggie was going to answer that she loved him too, except she was too busy returning the passionate kiss he was giving her. She opened herself to him and let him know that she loved him in the best way that a woman could. In doing so, the toxins that had been in her body were released. She had become whole for perhaps the first time in her life. Maggie stepped out of her class and was surprised to find Dante waiting for her. Living with him for three months over the summer had been more wonderful than she thought possible. Since the new school year had started, she had missed him more than she could put into words. Her dorm room, despite the fact that she shared it with a bright perky roommate, seemed so empty. She tried to fill her time with study, but spending twice as much time as necessary didn't fill the lonely hours. Dante said, "Surprise. I missed you so much that I just had to come out and say hello." Grinning, Maggie said, "You came all this way just to say hello. Don't tell me now that you've accomplished your mission that you're going to go back to your studio." Putting an arm around her, he steered her out of the building. He headed in a direction that was not quite headed towards the student union building. He said, "I thought we could have a cup of coffee before I drove back." "It's Friday and I don't have classes until Monday morning." "You don't say," Dante said with a grin that suggested he had plans of a special kind. "I do say," she countered with a grin that matched his. She bumped into him with her hip as if to let him know that the lower part of her body was interested in making contact with the lower part of his body. Passing by one of the benches in Washington Square, Dante maneuvered her so that she found herself sitting on the bench. Across from her was a tent that ruined the view, but her eyes were on him. Kneeling, Dante took her hand and slipped a diamond ring on it. Looking into her eyes, he asked, "Will you marry me?" Open mouthed, she stared at him speechless. This was absolutely the last thing she had expected to happen. It seemed like her brain wouldn't work and she couldn't say a word. There was a tap on her shoulder. A male voice from behind her said, "Say yes." "Yes," she repeated numbly. It fully registered that Dante had proposed. She shouted, "Yes!" She grabbed Dante and kissed him. She hugged him with such energy that she nearly squeezed the life out of him. It took another minute before it dawned on her that Happy Harry was standing behind her. She swiveled her head and shouted, "Happy Harry!" "Guilty as charged." Harry said with a wink. He waved his shepherd's staff and pointed across the walk. He said, "Look at that." Her head spun in time to watch the tent fall to the ground and reveal a statue of a woman seated on a park bench with a young man on bended knee proposing to her. There was a small angel seated on the bench beside the young woman. Maggie stared at the statue for a full minute before she realized that the woman was her. She grabbed Dante and hugged him again. Happy Harry laughed at the expression on Dante's face. The young man was still on one knee and was being held against the seat of the chair. Maggie was nearly killing him in her excitement. Harry winked at the students who had witnessed the entire proposal. One of the young men was looking from the couple to the statue and back again. Harry said, "Love hurts." "It looks like it could break your back," the young man commented pointing at Dante.