“Oh, don’t be silly,” I said. “Of course I want it! Yes, I will marry you, Cameron Sky!”
He held the ring up to my finger. “Let’s just see if it will fit,” he said. “Otherwise we still have to take it back.”
“Well, what do you know? I’m good at measuring fingers while people are asleep.”
I laughed a little hysterically. Or a lot.
“Oy, c’mere,” he said. “The romantic tension is driving me batty.”
We didn’t need to say anything else.
“I love you, Elena,” he said.
“I love you, too,” said I.
We went back to my house…
…and Cameron got me dancing.
My hand brushed against his as we went down into the crouch. Our eyes met.
And he smiled at me.
Of course, I beamed back.
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