I love her. Fuck, I love this woman so fucking much. “Marry me? Really, you will?” “Not today or anything, but sure, I’ll think about it.” She climbs down from the counter, adjusting her dress. I smile too. “I know you will.” I adjust my clothing, trying to understand everything that’s happening in this bathroom. Tessa is somewhat agreeing to marry me. Holy fucking shit.
"somewhat" doing a lot of heavy lifting there
