“So what about it?” he said when she pulled back. “Will you marry me?” “Not yet.” He clutched his heart and fell back onto the bed. “Max. It’s too soon. Think of all the upheaval we’ve both experienced. Think of all the upheaval that’s to come.” “Yes, yes,” he said, rolling his eyes like he knew she was right but didn’t care. “We should wait a bit.” He turned serious as he stared at her for several moments. “What about now? Will you marry me now?” “Still no.” “I’m not going to stop asking, you know. I’m going to ask you every single day.” She smiled. “I look forward to it.”
