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“You’re willing to do this for me? To marry me? To become my lawfully wedded husband, even if it’s fake?” Am I? Damn. But despite the fierce pounding of my heart and the unease churning in my gut, something else, something stronger than my physical reaction, is having me say a resounding “Yes” like no decision I’ve ever made before has been more right. I’m not going to analyze that. I’m helping her and she needs it, and so does Zoey, and I’m positive that’s the source of why I’m suddenly trembling, but not from nerves or second thoughts. It’s almost as if… I’m excited. But that can’t be. “Thank you. That’s… I don’t even have words for what that is.” “Mutually beneficial,” I offer because that’s what this is. A contract. An agreement. “Yes. You’re right. Um.” She licks her lips and brushes her hair back from her face. “I’m going to go to bed and think more about everything. I think you should do the same, and in the morning, we’ll make the final call and work out more of the logistics if we decide to move forward.” I nod because I don’t have words. I already know if she tells me she needs this, I’ll do it. I won’t hesitate. After all, I offered it, but more than that, we’re talking about her safety and the safety of an unborn child, and I won’t risk either. Instead, I leave her here and go upstairs to Micha’s bedroom and shut the door behind me. I blow out the breath I was holding and go straight for the bathroom, my hands planting onto the counter and my head slowly rolling up to find my reflection. I just asked Skylar Davenport to marry me. And she said yes. I’m going to marry her. So why am I not freaking out the way I should be? ❤Forever Undone http://geni.us/ForeverUndone