“We should get married.” I coughed, eyes watering. Slowly, I set the glass on the island and wiped some juice off my chin. “I don’t think I heard you right.” He turned to face me, his eyes deep and unfathomable. “I said, we should get married.” My chest flared from hot to cold. “What?” “You heard me, Gianna.” My pulse raced. “We’ve only been seeing each other for, like . . . a month.” He let out a sarcastic breath. “You’ve been mine for fucking years.”
