“I’m proposing,” he explains with a laugh. “Say yes?” “Oh my god, are you kidding?” I gasp. “Yes, of course. Come back up here before I faint.” I wave him up off his knees and take the ring he hands to me. “It’s made from a meteorite; I thought you’d like it.” “It’s amazing.” I run my index finger over the smooth metal in wonder before looking at Pax again. “This is the complete opposite of casual,” I point out. “I’m aware. I figured we moved past casual a while ago—the
