Page 41 of One Little Favor

And he’s right. Because I’ve known it too, ever since our first trip to St. Thomas.

I smile up at him. “Yes, when you know, you know.”

“Then I’m not waiting until you’re done with this program to propose.”

“I don’t want to plan a wedding while I’m still in grad school,” I tell him. “But I think I’d be perfectly happy to be engaged.”

“Good,” he says. “Because since the first moment we were together, that first time in St. Thomas, I knew I never wanted to be with anyone else. There will never be a day I don’t want you, that I don’t crave your love and your smile and your body. You’re it for me, Avery, forever.”

“You’re it for me too,” I insist, as I reach up and cup his face. “Forever.”

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