Samantha's face was totally red. It was not the moment that she expected the confession. Recalling his exact words, she bit her lip and looked down on her lap.
"Shouldn't I hear what you want first before I tell you what I want?" She said while purposely looking around the office, trying to avoid his gaze.
Sensing he was puzzled, she clarified, "You wanted to know if I want to be your girlfriend, right? But what do you want?"
Alfred cleared his throat with a fist on his mouth. He said, "I honestly don't want to scare you with what I want - "
"What is it?" She insisted, redirecting her gaze at him.
"The truth is, I think… I want to marry you - but I don't want to rush you in anything. I know you still have school to consider… For now, I just want you to be my girlfriend," he said before brushing his hair with his fingers.
