have been giving you a choice, and I’m so sorry.” “Nate, I don’t think you’re thinking clearly. You seriously want us to get married when I’ve never so much as seen where you live? We’ve never spent more than a week together at a time—” “Nine days,” I argued. “I don’t even know where you are half the time, or what you’re being selected for. Listen to yourself.” “Exactly.” Shit, I was doing this wrong. “But you love me, and I just need you to choose, Iz. I’ll do whatever
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