Almost a year later…
“You planning on marrying me anytime soon?” Chuck mumbled as he followed me around the grocery store.
It was the last week in August, and we were having a barbecue at his place this afternoon. I needed to stock up on everything since there’d be at least a hundred people coming over to the house.
“Not if you ask me like that,” I retorted, grabbing a bunch of snacks from the junk food section.
“But you know how I feel. Why’re you making me work for it, Evie?” He stopped the cart and pulled me to him, a hand fisted in my hair. I’d let it grow back, though I still wore my glasses more often than not. My corneas thanked me.
“All I’m asking for is a proper proposal. Is that so hard, Chuckie?” I kissed his nose and removed his hand from my hair. “Come on. We need to get
