None Of The Bravado He Usually Showed

I Went To Bed Feeling Melancholy, Wishing I Could Have Poured Out All My Fears And Insecurities To My Mom. Wasn’t That What Normal Mothers And Daughters Did?

This Is A, Uh, Friendship Ring Right?” “yeah, Don’t Worry. If I Propose, You’ll Know It. For One Thing, I’ll Be Hyperventilating.” A Sly Smile—surprisingly Sexy—turned Up His Lips. “and It’ll Be A Ruby.” “rubies? No Diamonds? Too Expensive For The Old Writer’s Salary, Huh?” He Made A Disparaging Grunt At That. “no, I Just Think Diamonds Are Common, That’s All. If I Get Married, It’ll Be Because Something Uncommon Is Occurring. Besides, You Wear A Lot Of Red, Right? I Know How Important It Is For Your Accessories To Match.

I Love You, And Beneath All That Logic, Calculation, And Superstition, I Know You Love Me Too.

Georgina," He Murmured, Pulling Me Closer. "you Are The World.

My Smile Faded, And I Suddenly Felt Confused. My Heart Leapt In My Chest. "why Would You Do That For Me?" "what Wouldn't I Do For You?