“What I mean,” he says, as he gathers my hands between his and starts kissing each of my knuckles, “is that I wouldn’t want to take your choice away. What I regret is not the fact that you became my wife, but the fact that you felt you didn’t have any other choice.” He pauses and then starts kissing my other hand as he moves me so I’m sitting against the headboard, and he kneels between my legs. He still has both of my hands in his when he looks me in the eye. “What I mean is, divorce me, Little Devil, so I can ask you properly to marry me.” “You’re a big idiot dragon,” I say with a
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