He says, “Can you believe you’ve learned how to control most of your compulsions?” He rests his arms on my shoulders, like we’re about to dance. “It still feels like a dream,” I whisper. “It’s real to me,” he says. “It took you years. It wasn’t an overnight thing, Lil.” His gaze falls to my lips. And after a long moment, he breaks the quiet. “I want to marry you.” The words rock me back a little. He holds tighter. “Soon,” he continues on. “In the next year maybe?”
