If I Propose, You'll Know It. For

This Is Very Domestic Of You," He Said. "it's Kinda Hot, Really. Giving Me All Sorts Of Fantasies About You In An Apron Vacuuming My House.

It’s Okay. Everything’s Going To Be Okay. You Can Let Go Of The Sword." "i Can’t. I Can’t Leave Him Alone. I Have To Protect Him." "you Have.

He'd Written Me Up A Proposal Of Why Dating Him Was A Sound Decision. It Had Included Things Like "i'll Give Up Cigarettes Unless I Really, Really Need One" And "i'll Unleash Romantic Surprises Every Week, Such As: An Impromptu Picnic, Roses, Or A Trip To Paris—but Not Actually Any Of Those Things Because Now They're Not Surprises.

Bound By Love, But Sworn To Kill.

See? There It Is Again. My Flame In The Dark.