Amelia Clarke was stunned for a moment, "What opportunity?"
Owen Moreland bent slightly, grabbed Amelia Clarke's hand, and held it tightly, "Marry me, be my girlfriend, how about that?"
Be my girlfriend.
Amelia Clarke had heard these five words countless times since childhood, but she'd never thought they could sound so moving.
Amelia stood there in a daze, watching as her world began to glow with the light of dawn amidst the clear breeze and bright moon.
Owen Moreland continued, "You like me, right? Since you do, let's be together."
Originally, he hadn't wanted to rush things.
He felt that a relationship between two people should come about through mutual attraction, naturally.
But, he distinctly felt that she liked him, so why did she seem to keep her distance from him sometimes?
He didn't like this feeling of her being hot and cold.
