Married?!
My pupils shrank, and I blurted out, “Horace, no!”
It was a big enough leap to go from friends to lovers, but Horace wanted to jump straight to marriage. It was too fast. I was genuinely terrified.
Horace’s expression froze for a moment. He bit his pale lip, his refined face still gentle but now tinged with disappointment and a bitter smile.
“I’m sorry, I’m asking too much. With my leg like this, I don’t even know if I’ll ever be able to stand up again. What am I doing talking about marriage?”
“That’s not it, I didn’t mean that.” My heart felt heavy. I bit my lip and looked at him. “I just think… aren’t we moving too fast? We… we haven’t even dated, and you’re talking about marriage. I’m afraid you’ll regret it.”
Isn’t that what happened with Steven and me? We went straight to marriage without even dating. The gap between us wasn’t just about trust and communication, but also many irreconcilable personality clashes. Two lifetimes of friction had left me utterly exhausted.
Horace’s dim eyes suddenly lit up. He stared intently at my face, a glimmer of hope in his gaze.
“Are you saying… you’re willing to be my girlfriend?”
My fingers, hanging by my side, curled into fists. “Yes, let’s date.”
I was already broken beyond repair. If having me by his side was enough to make Horace happy, then I would grant him that. It was a good thing, in a way.
No sooner had the words left my mouth than Horace pulled me into a fierce embrace, holding me so tightly I could feel his heart pounding against my chest. His searing body heat felt like it could burn me.
Horace’s clear voice trembled with uncontrollable, ecstatic joy as he told me softly but firmly.
“I’ve waited for this day for so, so long. Zephyra, I will take good care of you, cherish you, and never let anyone bully you again.”
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