I think I’m going to pass out. I wanted to say yes. So badly, I wanted to share forever with Hayes, but I was positive he only asked because of my questions about him being happy. “No, Hayes—” “You’re saying no?” he asked, anger and hurt lacing his voice as he stood. He turned away from me and rubbed the back of his neck. “I can’t fucking believe this.” “It’s not that I don’t want to—” “Then your answer should’ve been yes,” he said, turning around to face me. Suddenly needing warmth, I pulled my jacket around me and tried to explain. “Hayes…you’re only asking me because I questioned your happiness last night. This isn’t about you wanting to marry me, it’s about you needing to reassure me.” In one swift move, he was standing directly in front of me, our chests touching, his hands cupping my face. “Do you really think I planned this in less than a day?
