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“Where did you come from? A fairy tale?” I blurt. Loudly. “Mr. Von Hagen,” admonishes the teacher, several students turning their heads. “Sorry.” I assume Marlow is going to be horrified by my outburst. Instead, she waits until the class returns to the lesson, before giving me her attention again. “Did I come from a fairy tale?” She reaches over and traces the back of my hand with her index finger. “I was wondering the same thing about you.”
“Listen, Fairy Tale.” He points at the door of the classroom. “If you make it through this whole day without finding a better guy, if you still want to be my girlfriend after seeing everyone who’s out there wanting a shot with you, I will…still wonder if I’m fucking dreaming. But I will proudly and confusedly be your boyfriend.”
“The idea of having a wife turns you on?” “No. The idea of having you as my wife turns me on.”











