“Happy fucking Birthday, Cookie. Christ, how am I still screwing this up?” he grumbles, gripping the back of his neck and shaking his head as he appears to search his mind for a moment. He exhales heavily and pins me with a look. “Freya Cook, I want you to live with me because I’m madly in love with you, and I don’t want to wait to start our lives together. I’m trying to show you that I’m all in. I want you in London, Scotland, anywhere you’ll have me. I don’t want less with you. I want more. Heartland more. That’s why I want to fucking marry you, you stubborn woman!” “What?” I shriek, scaring
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