“Are you proposing?” Panic floods me. “No, Gabi,” he says with a laugh. “For one, I want to date you for real for a while. Date and fuck around with you and have time to introduce you to everyone I’ve ever met as my girlfriend. Have them feel jealous but also let those fuckers think on some far-off planet, there’s a chance if I fuck it up. Then I want to put a ring on your finger and take away that hope.”
