A week by,
“Will you marry me?”
“WHAT?”
“Will you marry me?”
“What the hell, you know how I feel about this and yet to pull this?”
“Do you love me or not?”
“I do, but this is not even remotely fair.”
“I just want to tell the world that you are mine.”
“Then why don’t you f*****g pee on me to make me your property.”
“Calm down.”
“You know how I feel about this but yet you go on and do this.”
“I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Considered me very surprised.” “We didn’t even talk about this.”
“That’s the point of a surprise.”
“Agh”
A few hours back,
It’s been a hectic couple of days, shakedowns and expansions.
Just after a long day, one would just want to relax with their partner; probably date and some cuddles.
She got out of her car at the entrance of the High.
It looks aband
