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Simple.

Certain.

Stay.

I stare up at him while my chest pulls painfully tight because for the first time in my life, leaving feels worse than staying.

And that realization changes everything.

Rhett studies my face for another long second before adding, quieter now, “Marry me.”

I blink.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“That’s not a casual thing to just slip into conversation.”

“I’m not casual about you.”

My heart stumbles so hard it actually hurts.

“You’re serious.”

“Very.”

I stare at him. “Rhett, we’ve known each other like three weeks.”

“Longest three weeks of my life.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

His mouth twitches slightly. “You love me anyway.”

I should argue.

Instead, I whisper, “Probably.”

“Definitely.”

I laugh again, shaking my head while tears threaten properly now.

“You’re insane.”

“Yeah.”

“And bossy.”

“Yeah.”

“And weirdly intense.”

“Definitely.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re not selling this.”

“You already decided.”