““Why did you stand me up?” I shrug. “My feelings were really hurt.” I look at what he’s wearing. “Why did you take off your tie?” His cheeks flush. “I only wore it because Phil said it would impress you.” “It did.” His face grows even redder. I lean toward him. “Are you blushing?” “Everything about you makes me blush, Madison,” he tells me softly. “We just met yesterday,” I whisper playfully. “And yet I already know I’m going to marry you,” he whispers back. “I know you will. You won’t be able to resist me.” I laugh and the corners of his lips tip up in a grin. “What do you want?” he asks. “You.” I stare hard at him, because I want him to know I’m serious. I know this is fresh and new, but it’s also special and I want to pursue it. He points to his chest. “Me?” “Yes, you.””
