‘Which is why I’m asking you to marry me,’ I say, meeting her stunned gaze. In this light, her brown eyes are endless dark pools in which I’d happily drown. ‘I want to be with you until the day I die, love. I don’t ever, ever want to be apart from you.’ Tabby squeals, and Marlowe and I both laugh, as if we can use the tension-breaker. Marlowe opens her mouth but I hold up my free hand to cut her off. ‘Hang on. Not quite done yet. You ladies need to confer before you give me your answers.’ I put the jewellery box down on the table in front of her so she can ogle the enormous fucking diamond
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