Getting down on one knee, I presented him with a closed black velvet box. “Say you’ll marry me. Tomorrow, after graduation, after med school. I don’t care. All I know is that I’m never going to love anyone the way I love you. I know we’re young, barely even adults most days, but I’m afraid if I don’t ask you right now and stake my claim, some other penguin is going to find a better stone and take you away from me.” I cracked open the box and swallowed down a rush of nerves when his eyes doubled in size. “Cassius Corbin, will you please marry me?”
