Ash's POV

  Their voice were ringing in my head.. Only one thought rounding my mind over and over again.. Anya getting a deportation warning.. And not telling me.

  I didn't care.. I didn't give a damn about anything at that point.. Just at those wide azure eyes that stared back in mine with some kind of a hidden explanation, yet a crystal clear frustration..

  I could see it. She was angry to the point of screaming, but she just stared back at me for a second, two.. Knowing Anya.. She would've already pulled Sophie's hair out. But she was holding onto something.. Keeping it together. Keeping it in control.

  Is it possible? Is it possible that it's fucking true? Was that the reason why she wasn't objecting yet?

  "I said, what is going on? One of you better start talking, because I will not repeat myself again."

  My voice held the kind of anger that some ran from.. Sophie even flinched at my tone, but Anya stood across from me with her arms crossed over her chest still as a rock, almost like her fury towards Sophie wasn't even close to what I was feeling at that point.

  "Why doesn't your fiancee explain?" Sophie turned towards Anya, and I was praying for her not to do a scene right there. It was the kind of tone that Anya didn't stand, and I was just waiting for her to lose it and jump over Sophie.

  However, there seemed to be something more in her at that point.. She was holding onto something more than just anger. Hurt. It was some kind of hurt that those wide wild eyes held at that point, managing to keep her completely calmed when she was exploding on the inside.

  I saw the look she sent Sophie. It held nothing but disgust, nothing but some kind of hatred that I haven't seen on her before.

  "Go to hell." Her stern, cold voice made Sophie widen her eyes in surprise. Just like that, she sent her to hell and walked off..

   I watched how she marched towards me in her heels, and just when I thought she would stop to tell me something, she looked me in the eyes, flames of anger flashing behind those blues, and simply passed by me.

  I was confused to the point where something dropped in my stomach when she did it. Her action were proving that at least a part of Sophie's words were true.

  And all I could do was think, why the hell wouldn't she say anything to me if she got a damn deportation warning? I thought she was a citizen, born in Richwood. That would make her American, and no deportation warnings would get involved..

  However, just like that, she seemed to be escaping the situation.. Escaping herself. Perhaps getting away because she could no longer control her anger..

  Just as she was about to stump pass me, the realization that it was true, the fury that she didn't tell me hit me all at once, making me take her by her arm the very instant, basically turning her to look at me.

  "Anya." My voice held a warning, but again, those furious eyes stared back at mine without even blinking, not even a bit of dread from the threatening tone.

  She pulled her arm away from mine. "Let go." Was all she said.. All she fucking said!

  How was she the one acting angry with me? Or perhaps it wasn't anger towards me.. It was the need to escape from me.

  Again, that cold and held-together voice somehow shook my bones. The plain thought of Sophie's words made mt head spin. And those eyes proved her right. She pulled herself away from me and walked away.

  I stood in plain shock. I stood there glued to my spot as my head turned in her direction, following her stubborn angry ass march away without her even giving a damn to turn around and explain!

  My jaw was clenched to the point where I thought I was grinding my teeth. I held my fists beside myself, tightly clenching them almost as if I was ready to punch them through some wall.. The fury was gripping me so strongly, I was barely breathing..

  I looked back towards Sophie. She crossed her arms rudely in some kind of a protest and looked at me almost as if she was saying 'I told you so'. She never did tell me anything about Anya..

   In the beginning of the day, before Anya arrived in Paris, she asked me how much I knew about 'my fiancee'.. I laughed it off and asked her what she meant by that. Perhaps she turned it into a joke by laughing too, but answered by a simple, 'I think we'll find out soon'.

  The moment repeated in my head, and it obviously did in hers too.. But at that point.. Fuck, at that point, I was angry to the point of wishing to slap her for the words she said to Anya, and I had never even thought of hitting a woman before. But hell, was I pissed off..

  Her lips parted to say something, but my angry gaze seemed to cut her off. "This is not over." I told her, turning around and leaving the hall..

  The hallways of the hotel were long and narrow.. With many halls on the lobby floor since the guest rooms started from floor one.. So, the second I turned in the first hallway, I saw Anya walking away..

  The hallway was long and she was almost at the end of it while I was still at the beginning when I walked out.. And damn, she walked fast when she was angry. Even in heels.

  But at that point, nothing could stop me from insisting on an explanation. Nothing could stop me on running after her, because a part of me felt torn apart for her hearing those harsh words about her father from Sophie, and I knew how much it must've hurt her.. But the other part of me was still furious with her.

  The next thing I knew, I was yelling her name. "Anya!" And she was hearing me, she just refused to stop. I was rushing, basically running after her, and was barely able to catch up to her. "Wait, dammit!"

  The whole meter behind her, I crossed with one last step, reached my arm and once again grabbed her this time by her wrist, met with the picture of that perfect face, finally stopping as those furious azure eyes seemed to cut me off, making me forget whatever it was on my mind that I wanted to say..

  I was mad, lost, confused, and on top of everything, fucking wonderstruck  by that beauty as always! My damn messed up mind chose to focus on that in the whole situation, and I wanted to slap myself out of it!

  Perhaps it was the fact that I had never seen her that furious, that hurt before, and if looks could kill, I would be long dead by then.. But damn, anger looked fucking good on her.

  Those dark red lips were pressed together in fury, yet she when she spoke, I heard the true frustration in her voice, now loud and clear.

  "I said, let go of me!" She was tired pulling her wrist away, but didn't succeed this time.. Instead, something came over me in that moment, and I pulled her closer in once quick move, too instant for her to even react as for she almost stumbled against me.

  But wild cat eyes stared back at mine in anger and dared me to the fullest. "Anya, what the hell was that in there?!"

  I gestured with one hand back towards the hall, shouting because we were alone in that part of the hotel, and because I was damn furious now with how she had the guts to be angry with me! What the hell did I do to her?! She was the one that didn't tell me about a fucking deportation warning.

  Those eyes searched mine almost like she finally realized I was not the one she should be furious with.. She pulled her wrist away from my grip now more calmly, and I allowed her..

  Taking a step back, she seemed a bit more put together.. The anger was still there, but the hurt dominated.. especially when she spoke again.

  "Which part?"

   That voice.. That voice was quieter now, still filled with some kind of irony and reminding me that not only one thing was said in there.. Sophie even accused her of wanting to marry me because of documents, but I knew that wasn't true.

  Firstly, Anya barely wanted a serious relationship with me. She wanted it a secret. The engagement was fake, Sophie just didn't know that.. And second, Anya wasn't the kind of person that would even try doing something like that slyly.

  What angered me was the fact that she still wasn't answering my question about the deportation warning and I was losing my fucking nerves, with each second believing that it was perhaps true more and more..

  I felt how much I was frowning with the need to read her in that moment. "The deportation part, of course." I still spoke louder for her to take me seriously, but I was already losing myself convincing myself that, no, it wasn't true. Anya would tell me such things. "Is it true?"

  I watched her cross her arms over her chest and look on the side. "Yes."

  My eyes widen and my heart dropped in my stomach it seemed..

  "What the hell do you mean, yes?!" I was yelling again, and she wasn't even flinching.. Again. "You got a deportation warning?!" She frowned like I was crazy for losing my shit and shook her head slightly.

  "No.. Not yet." Oh, she was calmed now.. Now she freaking chose to be calm! But still what the hell was that supposed to mean?!

  "Not yet?!"

  I knew the answer.. I knew what she was about to say. She already made it pretty clear. But still, I didn't seem to be ready to hear it.

  "I wasn't born in Richwood. I'm not American." As simple as that.. She said that as simple as fucking that.

   I was speechless.. I- I suppose a part of me considered that once or twice, but I always thought she was born in Richwood.. That she just had family in England, not that both of her parents were not American.. And hell, her father probably only moved to Richwood for the money that skimmer of a job offered him..

  She must've mistaken my silence for a loss of words.. Perhaps I was in a bit of a loss of words too, but hell, I still had plenty to say.. She placed her hand against her forehead slightly and closed her eyes, keeping her other over her hip like she was somehow holding onto herself.

  "Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you this earlier, I-"

  "You're sorry?" I interrupted, feeling the anger winning over the shock once again. "You're sorry?!" I was yelling again. And I hated yelling at her, but Christ, was she driving me insane.. Gesturing and waving my hands around me like a lunatic. "Anya, you'll get deported back to England in less than twenty four damn hours if-"

  "If I lose my job!" She snapped back at me and spread her arms like it was something obvious.. Something that I should've known.. But the system didn't work as easily as her keeping a job and staying in the country. "And if I'm not able to get a new one if I lose this one.."

  She added more calmly, like she was trying to convince me. Alright, I understood that she still didn't get a deportation warning.. It was something Sophie made up. But she still fucking hid from me that she was actually not even slightly American.. She- she kept quiet the whole damn time when I could've fucking helped her!

  "It's not damn secure for you to lean on stupid facts like that! You're not a student, Anastasia, it's easy for them to find a reason to deport you back!"

  I swear I saw a spark of fear in those eyes from my words.. She knew that what I was saying was true, she just didn't want to admit it. And hell, I was so angry with her in that moment.. Furious to the point of being ready to yell at her till she doesn't fucking understand in how big of a mess she could've put herself through.. I could've helped her if she told me! I would've done something by then..

  I still knew the reasons why she didn't though.. This girl.. Fuck, this girl had so much good in her heart that she was ready to risk everything, not even slightly thinking of herself, just so she could give some benefit to others..

  In this case, I knew she didn't want to leave her sister alone in America, that was why she was there.. And she didn't tell me that she could get deported because she didn't want to hurt me. I fucking understood that and I was damn overwhelmed by some kind of wave of emotions in that moment..

  Ready to scold her all night long for not telling me, yell and shout in anger.. At the same time, I wanted to sooth her for the spiteful words she heard from Sophie about her father.. To give her a hug for her large heart and the good intentions she always had..

   But if that wasn't fucking enough, she stood there fucking gorgeous in that red, flaming anger behind those eyes, that I wanted to kiss her senseless! She was driving me mad and there was nothing I could do about it..

  "They won't.." She mumbled because she knew it wasn't true. So that dared me to focus on my anger from all of that..

  "Says who?!"

  "Me! I won't let that happen, firstly because of my sister and-" I knew it..

  "Fucking hell, Anya, you're so damn stubborn." I spoke over her and ran both my hands up my face, through my hair, turning around in a slight circle from how much anger I had inside me and had no clue how to deal with it. "You do think of everyone else but yourself, don't you?"

I spoke loudly before, and the feisty brunette returned with the same tone. "I have to!"

  "Yea? Well who the hell is looking after you?!"

  We were yelling like a married couple in crisis at that point, and thankfully the music from the cocktail party was still loud, so our argument that was literally in the middle of one of the damn hallways wasn't available for everyone to listen to.

  She growled in nothing but frustration, something like muted yet loud groan escaping her throat as she covered her face for a second, stumping her foot and then looking back at me with the same fury that was reflected back on me.

  "I'm fine, Ash! I'm doing fine! If you didn't find out-"

  "What- you were just going to disappear from Richwood when you get deported, without saying a word?!" My words shut her up. I saw how a sharp breath escaped causing that little short strand of hair that fell over her face to rise up, as she took a step back, looking at me almost in some kind of a defeat. "It's a risk, Anya! You're taking actual risks by not thinking of yourself!"

  She crossed her arms over her chest, and I saw how she was looking for a way to win this argument. She fucking knew I was right. Her dignity just didn't allow her to let it go and admit it.

  "I can look after myself just fine. I've been doing a good job till now.."

  Her stubbornness had the same effect on me as usual.. Her anger was a plus. I looked at her in that moment and all I could think about how I could fix that attitude of hers right fucking then.. By simply pushing her in one of those rooms and having her rather screaming in pleasure not in damn fury.

  Her arms crossed over her chest exposed that full perfect cleavage of hers to the point where I found myself fighting with my own control, dared to the fullest by that attitude, that feistiness..

  "Yea?" I heard myself mumble as I searched her eyes with speed that obviously told something, and she knew damn well what went through my head in that moment, because the same thoughts were clear behind those azures as well..

  She didn't break the gaze and dared me further. "Yes!" The word was sharp, her voice clear and confident.

  Oh, she could take care of herself.. Just like she did till then? Huh, so allowing herself to live in fear of being deported and hiding it from everyone that cared about her was her way of handling it?

  But in that moment, one thought crossed me. One single thought that had already made its way in my head earlier that night.. Before we left the room.. When I gave her the ring.

  I stared at her with furrowed brows like I was analyzing her.. And I was. I stared at this beautiful woman that I couldn't even want to start thinking what I would do without if she was ever taken away from me, because her way of driving me insane had became a daily routine, almost like a doze that I could not live without.

The whole deportation thing was the reason I needed to say those words.

  "Do it." She stared at me in confusion, and I realized that I wasn't clear enough. "Marry me."

  I said two of the words that I never thought I'd actually say again.. And I said them damn effortlessly.. Looking into those azure eyes that instantly changed, following how sudden shock washed over her face and how her lips slightly parted..

  She frowned like she didn't hear me well.. "What?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, and I knew she heard me well before because she went damn pale.. Flushed the very instant.

  I knew it was crazy.. I was aware that we knew each other for a small amount of time.. Barely two months.. And hell, I knew that she was going to object, because I knew her better than I knew myself.. She was perhaps a little scared from any commitment really, a relationship.. Let alone a marriage.

  But I had to say it. I didn't regret saying it because it wasn't a proposal out of pity.. What I had with her, for such a small amount of time.. It was still the damn realest thing I had ever felt. Even before we spent that night together, before everything happened.. She kept me sane by her simple presence. Ever since I met her.

  I lost my head the very second I laid my eyes on her. I was aware of that. I was just too afraid to admit it to myself till that moment, because I couldn't believe how damn fast she had me ready to worship at her alter at any time.. To fall on my knees before this woman and not regret it even the slightest.

  I looked at her hand as she uncrossed her arms and searched my face in panic to see if I was serious. She had the ring on. For the fake engagement.. But it looked damn good on her.

   Yes, the reason why I was pushed to say those words for real in that moment was because of what I found out.. Because of the possibility of losing her any damn moment if something went wrong. But I was aware of my words because they were real. I wanted her to stay. I was going to convince her to do it, as for that risk alone was a reason enough for her to need that marriage at least till she got the documents.

  "You already have a ring on, Anya.. What the hell is there to lose? You'll get the documents you need and then at least you'll have a secure stay.." I finally explained, still aware of the reason why she was going to say no. I knew she would.. And I understood perfectly clear.

  We didn't know each other for that long. She probably thought I was crazy. But I didn't care, I just had to say it because that was what my instincts told me to do. And I did the mistake of not following my instincts once. It didn't end well.

  "I.." She shook her head slightly, almost in disbelief. "Ash, no, I don't,- I don't want you to ask me this.. Not like this.." The last part was as faint as for me to be barely able to hear it.. "Marriage, Ash.. We're talking about marriage here.." She spoke more clearly, struggling to find words still.. "It may be an option, but I'm not willing to take it.. Not like this."

  Not like this. She repeated. Like what then? Wait for us to 'get used to a relationship'.. It was no normal relationship, dammit, she was- She could be taken away from me at any time. It was the only sane solution. Yet she was saying it like I bombarded her with that question out of no where!

  "Why the hell-" I ran my hands through my hair, taking a few steps on the side and then back as I closed my eyes for a second. "Christ, you're going to be the death of me, Anya,"

  "It shouldn't,- this shouldn't concern you!" She clasped her hands together and took a small step back. "I can handle this.. I won't get you involved in this, just-.. Just let me handle it." Another step, and then another.. "Leave it at this."

  Actually, she left it at that. She turned around and walked down the hallway, disappearing behind the wall, and having me not as angry as I was concerned about how.. How was she going to handle it?

  I pressed my head against the solid wall behind me and looked up the ceiling.. Jesus, I was losing my mind. The thought of having her thousands miles away wasn't giving me peace and with that dignity of hers, she was acting like she actually had multiple damn choices, when we barely had one..

  I knew I didn't scare her off because Anya was not the kind of girl that got scared easily.. She would rather slap me if she got scared than get away.. What I already kept thinking of was all the ways I had to come up with to convince her to agree..

  Not for the love, because perhaps there was no such thing yet between the two of us.. But as a chance of her being able to stay in Richwood without any fear, from either of our sides.. At least till she was secure. At least till I knew that even if she wasn't with me, she was somewhere near, not thousands of damn miles away.. In England.

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  Anya's POV

  I sat in the room in silence.. It was almost midnight.. Exactly an hour since that fight with Ash.. An hour since he made that insane proposal.

  A marriage proposal.. He- God, I couldn't even believe myself. How could I allow myself to act like that? He probably felt pressured.. Heck, it probably seemed like I wanted him to say that. He thought he had to say that..

  I took a good hold of my head and sat on the bed, listening to the clock ticking from the side, and repeating that moment in my head for the millionth time. I felt nauseous.. I felt embarrassed.. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

  I sounded so desperate.. Gosh, he probably thought that he had to say it.. I mean, he said it.. He actually- He actually said those words. How was it possible that I had fallen so low? Marriage was supposed to be something out of love.. It was no joke..

  And I had this gorgeous man that I was crazy about, saying those words to me.. Because he probably felt panicked! Pressured..

  While I.. I loved what I had with him. I was on ninth sky whenever I was with him. But not for even a second had I thought about that option.. Beneficial marriage. The exact thing that that bitch Sophie accused me of.

  I heard the door click and I instantly rose my head from my palms.. My hair was falling over my face since I let it down from that bun that Bridgette did on me earlier that evening, so I pushed my fingers through it and off me face, carefully sitting up from the bed and listening to footsteps from the living room area. 

  Thankfully the hotel room/apartment had a separate room as the bedroom, so with the doors closed, I had the chance to panic in peace for a second..

  I stood in the middle of the room for a few seconds, trying to see if he was walking towards the bedroom, and what to do if he was.. Biting on my thumb nail and staring at the door.. But since there were no further footsteps, it was up to me..

  I was the one that caused all of that.. Then the one that walked away. I had to make it right. I had to let him know that I never wanted him to say that.. I never meant to make him feel pressured.

  Slowly, I walked towards the door and opened it. The living room area was right from the front door, and the second I took a step out of the bedroom, I saw him still standing near the door, stopping mid-step as he had reached to put the key card on the small table near the door, looking straight at me.

  I kept my hands together because I was nervous on how to start anything at that point, cracking my knuckles slightly as I walked towards the living room slowly.

  "Hey," I managed to mumble, quieter now, but still confident enough while walking in his direction.

I saw how he scanned me. I was still wearing the dress, I just let my hair down. It was wavy and I could feel it bounce as I walked, so I guess it caught his attention. 

  But I didn't care. I just wanted to talk to him. No matter how intimidating his large figure was in that moment.. His tall muscly figure even under that suit that made every woman we passed before literally drool over him.

  However, distractions that that the simple sight of him caused.. Hand itching, body trembling distractions.. It wasn't what I needed at that point. I wanted to talk to him.

  Since he didn't say anything, I continued. "You're still mad?"

  I watched how he looked on the side, pressing a hand over his forehead and slightly through that soft dark hair of his and I suddenly wished to be the one to be running my fingers through it at that point.. 

  "I'm not mad." He said without looking at me, and no, it was definitely not convincing.

  I finally managed to reach him, but still kept a good meter space between the two of us, crossing my arms over my chest and taking another few seconds to search his face. Oh he was definitely still angry.

  "Yes, you are.. You're mad because I said no to that insane proposal of yours.."

  I was trying to find a way to bring up the proposal because I wanted to explain to him that I it wasn't what I wanted to hear.. That I wasn't trying to pressure him. To apologize even.

  However, he.. He snapped at me with this sharp rude tone that instantly caused anger to boil inside me, which resulted by that whole argument to once again escalate damn quickly.

  "No. I'm mad at you because you're being so fucking stubborn that you cannot even understand that you will be deported back to England in a day if we don't do this!"

  It was like the stone my chest needed to explode. Heck, he didn't just go back there again.. How was I the one that was stubborn?! He was damn unreasonable for not letting me handle it myself! He didn't even let me apologize.

  So I instantly barked back, uncrossing my arms and shouting with the same anger he was.

  "So?!"

  I didn't even realize that I had taken a step closer to him until I looked up at him better and realized that fury was the only thing that washed over his face, and he didn't hold back to express it.

  "So, I cannot fucking have you thousands of miles away!" Those words were like a bigger bomb that that marriage proposal was.. He was frowning, angry, shouting things that I never thought I would hear.. Not from him, not from anyone..

  Perhaps it was the realization, the thought that he may had asked me to marry him for different reasons.. For his own reasons.. And I- I didn't like committing. To anyone. I was not in the position to have any kind of relationship with anyone because I was still struggling to stand on my own to feet, and still struggling with the consequences of my family..

  While he.. He was the perfect man that everyone admired. Women adored him, drooled over him wherever he went.. Men envied him, or admired him.. While the elders were proud and respected him.

  I,- the daughter of the most dishonest, immoral man, had him. Already hated for my father's deeds, I couldn't allow anyone to find out that we had a thing, let alone an actual marriage. What I needed was to stay quiet for a while and do my thing, work and ensure my baby sister a good life after college..

  However, hearing him say those words in full fury, full honestly, right there in front of me.. My mind seemed to go blank. I suddenly blocked all the reasons why I should't even allow myself to be close to him, and allowed every little feeling I was holding back the whole time to simply flood me..

  Was it possible.. Was it damn possible that he actually wanted that? Because his words held nothing but rawness, nothing but honesty.. His eyes held nothing but this insane desire mixed with the kind of anger that should've made me take a step back, not a step closer.

  I was frowning with the need to read him, my heart rapidly thumping against my chest with the need to understand him.. The need to get closer to him. The need to touch him. To assure myself that he was real. There. In front of me. Saying those words.

  And that's exactly what I did..

  Still lead by some kind of anger, I crossed the small space between the two of us.. My hands reached on their own, softly yet quickly against the sides of his face, and with some kind of a desperate speed, I found myself pushing myself on my tiptoes even though I was still in my heels..

  My hands itched with tremors when I felt his slight beard underneath my palms.. With the need to run them all over that body that I could now feel pressed against mine.. That perfect body that dared thoughts in my head that I never had.. Wanting it against me, shielding me, protecting me, like nothing else ever did.

  I wanted his weight over me, his hands against me, his lips on mine.. I wanted that so suddenly, so badly, so strongly, that I couldn't control myself. I moved with one single step and kissed him in anger.

I was still angry for some reason, but that was nothing compared to all the other things I was for him.. At that point, desperate, weak, turned on, lost and fucking found the very second I felt those large hands over my waist, those muscly arms holding me against him, pulling me as close to himself as physically possible as he kissed me back with the kind of speed and hunger that swirled my mind that very instant.

  Angry. That kiss was angry. Desperately angry. Perhaps both of us angry for different reasons.. For all the reasons.. Angry for arguing, for both of us keeping stubborn, for allowing that fight to continue.. Furious with myself too for everything that happened that night, but most of all, furious for not doing that earlier. For not kissing him earlier.

  His hands over the dips of my waist, over the curves of my hips, my butt, everywhere.. Oh, they gave me the kind of relief I needed in that moment.. The kind that that kiss was following up to, eager and quick, unfinished and desperate for some kind of a further allowance.

  Our lips moved, our tongues moved, our hands moved, and there seemed to be no other way of us getting rid of that frustration than through each other. It was insanity how it happened.. How damn effortlessly we were making out only seconds after screaming at each other..

  He continued that kiss over the sides of my lips, down my chin, jaw, with the same intensity, same desperation that even caused a groan to escape him when our lips were no longer touching.

  Instead, he was kissing my skin, all over my neck, holding me against himself like I was only his to worship like that, only his to touch like that.. I ran my hands down his chest and that anger inside me wanted to push him away, but the desperation for more was bigger so I even found myself releasing a slow heavy breath..

  He once again released a slight groan, slowly stopping with his lips still against my neck, inhaling deeply, and mumbling something against my skin.. I knew he was going to pull away, because if he wasn't, I was..

  We seemed to had came to some consciousness at the same time, stopping that madness before it turned into angry sex, and we both knew that angry sex wasn't going to solve our problems, it was only going to make them more complicated.

  "Christ, Anya, you're driving me insane,"

  His fingers were tightly gripping the material of my dress, one against my hip, the other over my waist.. Mine was in his hair while other over his shoulder, yet the touch disappearing as we moved away. He let me go because he had to, and I did the same thing.

  We were still breathing heavily when we both created some space between each other, allowing that moment of weakness to pass.. Oh, God, allowing our desires to rather choke us than give in, because we both knew it would be no end, but the beginning of the very argument.

  I pressed my hands slowly over my forehead slightly, pushed my hair away and kept my lip trapped between my teeth in order not to say something that I could regret later. I wasn't even sure if I was angry at him, I was more angry with myself..

"That was wrong," I heard myself say, probably mostly to myself, before I looked back at him and saw the way he closed his eyes in frustration and took another step back.

  His fists were clenched to the point where his knuckles were white. He scanned me in a way that made my legs weak, yet still took a step back.

  "It was.."

  Yes, it was, we both agreed, but our eyes couldn't seem to break that gaze that we desperate held locked, and we were both aware that we were pulsing with desire in that moment, ready to give into that simple physical act, yet not sure how to handle the true feelings that were drowning us at that point..

  His jaw was clenched as he scanned my face.. His eyes keeping thunders of need that was clearly and shamelessly reflected back on me..

  "Think this through, Anya.. I know you need time." Another step towards the door, and I knew he was going to leave again. "We both do."

  And with that said, he did exactly what I guessed.. He turned around, opened the door and left, creating the kind of space that yes, we both desperately needed.. More than our desires.. Because it was the right thing to do.

  I looked down at my hand. I still had the ring on. Right where it seemed like it was supposed to be.. And I didn't take it off. Not yet.

  He did the right thing leaving and I let him, because I knew.. I knew space was what was missing.. Time.. A bit more.. A bit more to figure it out.

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  Oh well, looks like we have an actual proposal bomb thrown!

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