want to be your boyfriend.” She didn’t blink as I opened the box, and the only way I knew she was breathing was from the movement of air over the bubbles by her chest. She stared down at the ten-carat blue diamond set in a gold band twisted with diamond dust; a hazy, glowy Milky Way of her very own. The Milky Way was where it all began. “If you’ll have me, I’d like to be your husband.” Her brows creased so much they nearly touched, and her nose crinkled in confusion. “You’re asking me to marry you?” “Yes,” I nodded. She brushed her fingers over the stone, and delicately removed it from the
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