Chapter EightWith his expression still one of seriousness, Paul took my free hand and then looked into my eyes for a long moment before speaking, holding both my hands now. “Can you see yourself being happy ‘feeling flustered’ around me in the long-term? And by ‘the long-term,’ I mean…the very long-term. Do you think you could be happy being with me forever?”
I realized I’d jumped the gun on thinking that Paul was going to propose to me. I was sure that he was currently “feeling me out” for a proposal, though, which caused me to experience a pang of guilt, my hundredth just that weekend, it felt like.
When I hesitated in responding for a second or two, Paul continued, wincing just slightly.
“I know we just met…and maybe I just put you on the spot. It’s just that at this point in my life
