THIRTY-SEVEN
Jason couldn't take his eyes off her. He'd nearly lost her. f**k it, she'd nearly died. He couldn't lose Xanthe. Couldn't. She was the only friend he had. They'd survived a f*****g fire together. And that cyclone. Losing her to a f*****g jellyfish smaller than his thumb? f**k that. He'd begged Angel to help her, and even that hadn't seemed like enough until now. Now, that Xan was finally awake and talking and looking at him like he'd lost his mind.
Maybe he had, a bit. Without her.
That's why he couldn't lose her.
"Marry me," he said, or he tried to, but the words didn't come out. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Marry me."
"What?"
He seized her hand, the one on top of the sheet. The other one was still tucked into bed at her side. "Marry me, Xanthe."
She ease
