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“All right. Would it be strange if I want to invite Bruce too?” Gabriel asked.
I smiled at him and shook my head. “I would like that.”
Gabriel broke into a huge smile. “Did you just agree to marry me?”
I blinked and returned his intense stare. “Maybe.”
“No.” He sat up, suddenly serious. “There’s no maybe. I know you’re young but either we do it or we don’t.”
I swallowed hard. “Okay.”
“So are we really doing this?” he asked me with excitement, “Getting married, I mean?”
I couldn’t say anything, but I nodded. Gabriel had walked into the pitch-blackness that had been my life and pulled me into the light. If he needed a ring on my finger to feel secure in our relationship, then I would happily give it to him, although with no positive role models to look to, marriage in itself meant little to me.
