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Christ!She really hadn’t expected any kind of commitment, especially not a marriage proposal, apparently.
“Y-you wanted me to marry you?” she asked in an astonished, confused voice. “Why?”
I put my hands in the pockets of my tuxedo pants as I stood in front of her. “All of the usual reasons. I think it’s quite obvious that I love you and don’t want to spend another moment of my life without you in it.” I took a deep breath before I continued, “I told you once that I was happy before Charlotte came along, but there was always some part of me that was restless, like something was missing from my life. That feeling is gone, Kylie, because that part of me that was missing was you. My heart, my very soul, has always been looking for yours, and now that you’re here, that unsettled feeling doesn’t exist. So don’t ask me to stop trying to make you mine. It might drive me mad to be separated from you, but at least tell me there’s a chance that you might trust me someday. That in the future, you might learn to love me like I already love you.”
She was silent as a flood of tears started to fall down her cheeks, and her gorgeous eyes were so turbulent that I couldn’t even begin to sort out all of the emotions I saw there.
Pain gnawed at my gut because I’d never seen Kylie cry this way, and her sadness ate away at me.
“Bloody hell! Don’t cry, Kylie,” I told her.
If she didn’t feel the same way, it wasn’t her fault.
She took a few steps and sank onto the couch as she whispered, “You’re really in love with me and want to marry me?”
“I’ve just said so, haven’t I?” I asked, the ache in my stomach intensifying. “I’m not sure why either of those things should be surprising. I haven’t been trying to hide the way I feel about you, Kylie. I’m not the father who let you down and has stupidly ignored your existence unless it’s convenient for him to acknowledge it. I’m also not your dead husband, who was idiotic and insecure enough that he needed more validation from another woman when he already had the very best a man could ever ask for. I’m not any of those other men who never recognized what they had, either. I’m just me, Dylan Lancaster, that man who has always been intelligent enough to know that if you were mine, I’d be the luckiest bastard in the world.”
If I wasn’t in agony already, I was certainly plunged into hell the moment that Kylie Hart, the woman whose glass was always half full, buried her face in her hands and started to sob like her entire world was falling apart.
