“I’ve loved every version of you I’ve ever met,” Pavel divulged. “And I’ll continue to love all the versions of you that you become. We’ll build a family together and grow old together. I’ll prove my intentions to you every day for the rest of our lives if that’s what you need, gorgeous. Bashert.” He captured Zane’s hand and held it up between them, the gold of the ring still on his finger winking in the sunlight spilling in from the windows. “Say you’ll marry me, Zane. Will you? Hmm?”
