(Annabell POV)
Silence.
Awkward, hear-a-pin-drop silence.
My gaze hasn’t left Dean’s since we spoke those mind boggling words.
Despite the severity of those words, I don’t regret voicing them. I don’t take them back.
They’re out there now- we both uttered them. We both want the same thing, so why the hell is this so damn uncomfortable?
Grow a pair Nannie!
Open your mouth and talk!
“Dean-“I whisper.
“Shhh… I know it wasn’t romantic… how either of us had ever planned a proposal. Please let me try again? Would you do that?” Dean clasps my hands in his, holding them tightly, as if praying.
I nod shyly, with a smile playing on my lips.
Taking a deep shaky breath, he lets go of my hands and gently lowers himself. I attempt to protest, to stop him from causing unneeded pain from his in
