Nathan
I've thought about a thousand ways to finally tell Lyla how I feel about it.
In one scenario there would be flowers, lots of flowers, in another, a single stem of flower between my lips, dressed up to the nines, with soft music playing in the background and a thousand more scenarios I'd looked up from the internet.
But to think I decided to skip confessing my feelings, skip dating and jump straight into asking her to marry me…in a dingy, motel room - that doesn't sound half as bad only that she stiffened in my embrace.
"Nathan…"
"I'm serious," I said, hoping my voice was steady. "If you were my Luna, whoever did this wouldn't have the guts to do it. No one would dare touch you. No one would have the power to hurt you like this again. I could protect you in every way possible."
She pulled away slightly, turning to face me. "You can't just – Nathan, marriage isn't something you decide because of a situation. It's…"
