“Marry me.” Not a question. It’s a demand because it’s the only thing that makes sense.” “Yes. I’ll marry you.” Yeah, I think my ears are bleeding. I didn’t think this through because I’ve never heard a crowd so frenzied as when he raises me up to him and pulls me in for a kiss. “I love you, you fucking asshole.” “You love my asshole?” He rolls my eyes and covers the mic with his hand. “I love you too.”
