Realising how he looked on one knee, Henry quickly scooted his feet around and sat on his butt. ‘No, no! Well, it is a proposal of sorts, I suppose …’ He patted the net beside him, and I sank down warily. ‘Yes …’ ‘Don’t go in the fantasy cabin.’ ‘What?’ The sun was hot on my skin, but his words made my blood run cold. I’d spent the last few days trying not to think about the inevitable end of my time on the island. With only a few words, Henry brought it all crashing back. He looked at me, his creamy skin pink from sun and awkwardness. ‘Well, you see, I want to be with you, Tara. Not just here, on this ridiculous show, but afterwards. I think we could really have something special.’ ‘Henry … you don’t know me.’ ‘But I want to get to know you! I want to know what makes you cry, your favourite smell, where you like to be kissed. I want to take you around the world, I want to show you off on my arm, I want to build you a castle and make beautiful children with you.
