To be honest, I’m seriously considering if attending the ball is mandatory, and if the library door locks from the inside.
As quickly as the kiss deepens, it ends. Xander puts his hands on either side of my face and sits up. I end up straddling him, which is also not a bad position.
“You wavered. Ash. We don’t have to do this, you know. Don’t say yes to make me feel better.”
“Shut up, you dumbass. I was in shock. I thought you were going to ask me to move in with you.”
“So, youdowant to marry me?” he asks again.
“Every single day for the rest of my life if I could. But I’ll settle for one amazing party followed by the rest of our lives together, in front of the fireplace, me writing, you trying to read over my shoulder.”
He wraps his arms tight around me. “Sounds like the most perfect life.”
I claim his mouth again. “It already is.”
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