Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)

by Penelope Douglas

“I love you,” he said again. “But I’ll let you go.” He started to walk away, my heart ripping in two, and I shook my head. No. He couldn’t let me go. He couldn’t move on without me. Everything we’d been through—everything—meant something. It all meant something. Didn’t it? This wasn’t where we ended. Nothing was over. “Will you marry me?” I asked, breathing hard and my heart hammering. Slowly, I climbed to my feet and turned to face him, seeing him stopped. He stood there, frozen, not turning around, but that was okay. I wasn’t sure I could do this if he looked at me. God, my mouth was so dry I couldn’t swallow. “I love you,” I said, and I could see people filming us with their phones out of the corner of my eye, but I didn’t care. “I’m wild crazy for you, and I’m sure I’ll kill you at some point, but… God, I love you so much, and I want you to marry me.” More tears streamed down my face as I choked out the words. “Marry me, Will Grayson.” I rushed up and hugged his back, wrapping my arms around him. “Can you marry me? Can I marry you?” I held him, my cheek resting against his back and water catching between my lips. He was going to laugh. He was probably freaked out or maybe angry I asked him instead of letting him ask me—if those were his intentions anyway. Shit… But then, he spun around, picked me up off my feet, and kissed me, pressing his lips to mine and backing me into a parked car. Laughter went off around us, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, reveling in ...