“Who do you think will be next?” I asked. “Next for what?” “Next to get married. Weddings usually have that effect. I think Wes will ask Amy soon. Surprised he hasn’t already.” He looked around at the other couples, all dancing, and he seemed to ponder for a while. Then he looked at me, his blue eyes like azure galaxies. “I think it’ll be us.” I laughed, because what? He smiled and kissed me. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” What the actual . . . “Pretty sure I didn’t ask.”
