“You’re sure?” he asks. “You haven’t even seen the ring yet.” “It doesn’t matter what the ring looks like,” I reply. “Jonathan said the diamond was too big,” he says. “I suggested you quite like big things.” I laugh shakily. “Did you really just allude to your dick in a marriage proposal?” “You already said yes,” he says with a quick grin, as he pulls my mouth to his. “You can’t take it back.”
