M A L L O R Y
“I want to marry you, Mal. Is that wrong?”
What? Wait. What? Did he mean that? I mean, Alistair and I had dated for less than a year, and a few months from now, we were going to celebrate a first anniversary as a romantic couple as boyfriend and girlfriend in a few months, but I never really thought that he would actually feel more of this than normal.
Considering our still-brief romantic history together, I must admit that I was surprised by the abruptness and bluntness of his inquiry. That option had never occurred to me, so I was absolutely taken aback by his candor and assurance over it especially with the way his eyes looked at me. He came off as quite assured and brutally honest as he had always been. Because of my age difference from him, I had always assumed that
