“Yes,” I say softly. “What?” “I’m saying yes.” “To marriage?” When I shake my head, he jerks back. “Then what?” “I’m saying yes to you, Hayden.” His brows snap together. “What about my conditions?” “I don’t care about proposals, a seventy-two-hour waiting period, or marriage. I don’t care about the physical or monetary things you can give me, but if that’s what you want, then I’ll find a way to accept it. I’ve used everything as an excuse because I was scared, but I’m putting off the inevitable. All I want is you. So, yes.”
