She had never felt so fluttery inside. 'No,' she answered, unable to bear his tense expression as he waited. But, suddenly unsure if that should have been a yes, 'I mean, no, you aren't asking too much,' she added quickly.
But Lukas did not smile. 'Then, will you, Jermaine Hargreaves, marry me?' he asked.
She smiled, because she loved him. 'I'd be honoured,' she answered, and was pulled against his thundering heart for long, long seconds. Then, tenderly, he kissed her
'Thank you, my darling,' he breathed, and for an age just sat feasting his eyes on her, until, holding her close and still looking deeply into her eyes. I feel I want to shout the news that you've agreed to marry me from the rooftops. May I start by ringing Ash and telling him, my love, that Santa did bring me what I most wanted, after all?'
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