My hands start shaking when he reaches me and gets down on one knee. Oh, fuck. I am so not prepared for this. I wanted it — I want it — but I didn’t expect to feel so nervous about it. It’s Lachlan, for fuck’s sake. But that’s the thing. It’s Lachlan. I don’t trust myself to stay quiet right now. I can’t. He sets a hand on my bouncing knee, stopping the movement. He searches my eyes, but keeps the box closed. “I think you’re supposed to open it,” I whisper, my heart pounding wildly. He shoots me a look. “Can you not?” “Okay, but I don’t think it’s fair that you’re not wearing a shirt while
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