“Took you long enough, Killer. I’ve been telling everyone you’re my girlfriend for weeks.” “Who’s everyone?” “You know, Luca, my therapist, Jenny at Squeeze the Day. She asked for an invitation to the wedding, by the way.” “The wedding?” “Oh yes, did I say I was calling you my girlfriend? I meant fiancée.” “Austin!” I push away teasingly, but my heart is beating against my chest, screaming, “YES! YES! YES!” Calm down he hasn’t actually asked you.
