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"What?" I moved so fast the stack of papers slid from my lap and scattered across the linoleum.
It felt like a blow to the solar plexus. Surprise. Joy. Anger. Fear. Every emotion was tangled in a storm inside my chest.
Asher was still kneeling, one knee on the floor. He looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered, and it made my lungs tighten.
"Would you marry me?" he asked again.
I shook my head. This had to be a dream. Maybe I’d hit my head on the desk when I fainted.
"Are you out of your Godamn mind? Get up, Asher."
He did what I said, looking lost. Fragile. Like a little boy.
The mighty Asher, vulnerable. A fallen god. The sight made my throat close.
"I mean it. I want you to be my wife. Why is it so wrong?"
He opened the velvet box. Inside sat a square engagem
