Fortunately, he was sharing her thought. “You should marry me.”
“Marry you?! You want to marry me?!”
“Nothing would make me happier than to have you as my wife,” he insisted. “I am sure I don't deserve you, but--”
Willow pulled him down and smothered him with a kiss. Several kisses, in fact. When she finally let him breathe again, she said, “There. You have your answer.”
“So am I to assume your answer is yes?”
“Yes!” she squealed, like some sort of schoolroom miss. “Yes, yes, yes! I want to be your wife!”
“Good. Then we'll have to get married straight away!” Edward declared. “Because... despite my protests, I'm actually quite eager to have you in my b-b-bed.”
Willow was grinning as she pinched him.
As for his stammer, there was still some work to be done.
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