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As I turn off the lights and lock the front door, I decide I’ll run a nice hot bath and maybe even shave my legs, just so I can rub them together like a cricket when I climb into my bed with clean sheets.
“I want to see you.” My eyes pop open, and I turn to look at him. “My face?” He grins. “No, smartass. I want to see you. And I want to see only you. And I want you to see only me.” A giggle slips out. “Are you asking me to go steady?” I tease. He grips my ass, and I yelp.
I do a double take and Rhys is down on one knee. He’s not . . .? Oh my God. Is this happening? “What are you doing?” My hands start to shake. “Is this the thing? This is the thing, right? The thing where people ask other people to marry them?” He ignores my question and beams at me. “Freya Girl . . .” “Fuck! Are you sure?!” I blurt out. He laughs. “I haven’t even asked you anything.” I’m so flustered.
