Kayla

"I love you." Grayson whispered into my hair for the umpteenth time that day..

"Gray," I whispered back, cupping his face in my hands. "I love you and I promise, I forgive you."

He didn't say anything back, but I know we both had something on our minds.

"Love, will you still marry me?" His hands rubbed my back.

I looked up at him, honestly afraid to let myself speak.

"please?" He asked.

I don't think I've ever seen Grayson Hawthorne cry before, but he sure as hell looked like he was going too.

"I'll love you till the day that I die baby. I promise you I'll marry you."

He nodded. Nothing about that nod felt reassuring.

"You know," I leaned a bit straighter against him. "I'm free tonight."

His sharp brows arched.

"What's that's supposed to mean?"

"I mean~ I'm free tonight." 

He blinked a couple times and stared at me.

"We're in London, half of Europe ain't that far if we catch a train," I shrugged. "Y'know Paris is only 2 hours away."

He blinked again and then cupped my face in his hands.

"Are you saying you want to get married tonight?" He asked.

"I guess I am," I smiled. "What'd'ya say?"

His mouth fell open slightly.

"I say let's go to Paris."

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short asf chapter but I needed something out