BLAISE’S POV
Her eyes widen, a look of shock crossing her face. “What?”
I shouldn’t have asked like that. I know how loaded this topic is for her. Hell, I know how loaded it is for us. And yet, of all people, she’s the one I’m standing in front of, asking this question. Not because of the years I spent wanting her in ways I never let myself admit. No, I’ve buried that or at least, I pretend I have.
This is about survival, about damage prevention for both of us.
I step closer, lowering my voice. “I’m asking you to marry me, Blair.”
For a second, she narrows her eyes, studying my face like she’s weighing the odds that this is some joke. “You came to my house at this time just to say that?”
We’re standing inches apart now. Close enough that I can see the faint crease between her brows,
