I don't...I don't know, just, please don't ask me to marry you on livejournal.
Cain scowled at the comment on his screen, clicking on REPLY to answer her.
Bee, I'm not asking, I'm just asking what if. If I askedSlowly, his fingers stopped typing and he stilled. There was a tightness in his chest...a lump in his throat...and a very real kernel of
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