“Were you happy when I asked you to marry me?” “Deliriously happy,” Noah whispered. Cole could hear Noah’s smile, feel it spread against his own lips. “For months, I’d just been hoping I wasn’t screwing up so badly that you’d pack up and move back to DC.” Cole still remembered it, every detail vivid. He’d waited, tucking the two small boxes out of sight until the books and makeup and bottles of whiskey had been unwrapped. Katie was basking in the Christmas morning glow, Noah was fiddling with his new Bluetooth headphones, and Cole got down on one knee and pressed a square box into Noah’s palm.
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