“Will you let me love you for the rest of your life?” Jackson frowned. “No.” “Why not?” “This is my declaration. You can’t hijack it.” Ollie rolled her eyes. “It’s not an official proposal.” “Then what was that?” “A promise?” “Are you not sure what that was supposed to be?” “It was a reflex. I didn’t want to feel like I didn’t bring anything to this…declaration.” “It’s not a potluck.” “So…” Jackson made a face. “Ugh.”
