(Sabrina's POV)
Three words. No preamble. No carefully constructed sentence. Just that, delivered in a straightforward manner.
I say yes, before he can get another syllable out.
I had no reason to say no. And to be honest, I've been waiting for this day from the time he proposed to me at that dinner months ago.
The tension leaves his shoulders all at once. He slides the ring onto my finger and it fits, which shouldn't surprise me but somehow does, and I look at it on my hand against the city lights.
"I rehearsed more," he says.
"I don't need more."
"I know." But he looks almost relieved, which makes me love him a specific unbearable amount right now.
I lean into him and he folds his arm around me and we stand there looking at the city that doesn't care about us at all, the wind sha
