C92 Chapter 92

Medora

I wasn’t sure how long I had been staring at him.

Clyde, with his ridiculous confidence, just sitting there, waiting for me to respond like he hadn’t just dropped the biggest question of my life into the middle of our quiet night.

Marry me.

The words kept replaying in my head, over and over, as if saying them enough times would make them make sense.

Because they didn’t.

Not entirely