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Chloe
For a moment, I’m convinced I misheard him. Because there’s no way he’s proposing, not when we’ve known each other less than a month. Except there’s no mistaking the intensity in his hypnotic stare, no hiding from the fact that he’s just used the words “marry” and “wife.”
My mind spins frantically as I clasp his powerful wrists, instinctively tugging his hands down from my face. The shower behind him is still running, filling the spacious stall with steam, but I’m all of a sudden freezing, goosebumps rippling over my wet skin.
“Nikolai, I…” I have no idea what to say, how to approach something so insane. Finally, I blurt, “You’re joking, right?”
His gaze darkens. “Why would I joke about this?”
“Because… because we hardly know each other!”
He lays his hands on my shoulders a
