Frida's eyes widened. "You… want to marry me?"
"Did I stutter?" Laz replied, dead serious. "Of course I want to marry you. Who else would I want to spend the rest of my life with?"
She stammered. "But… but… don't you get it? Nobody would want us to be together."
"Obviously," he said without hesitation. "No one wants us to be together. But I do. And that's all that matters to me."
Frida was completely thrown off. For him to say something like this—it felt unreal. Yes, they'd been together forever, but marriage? Suddenly? It was a lot to take in.
And it wasn't that she didn't love him. In fact, when she looked deep into Laz's eyes, she realized she loved him so much it hurt. The idea of marrying him didn't scare her—what scared her was how fast it was all happening.
Her chest tightened at his words, the raw honesty in them hitting her harder than she expected.
He stepped closer, closing the gap between them, his gaze unwavering.
