My face had already been warm, but now it was twice as hot.
"Are you crazy?"
"Is that a no?"
"No! I mean... it's not a no, but it's not a yes either. It's a yes, but not right now."
"Hmm... do you think you could be a little more specific?"
"Easton..."
"Marry me," he insisted again, pressing kisses to the skin of my neck.
"How old are you?" I asked sarcastically.
"Eighteen."
"Do you have a stable job?"
"I fight here whenever I want, and the betting pays really well."
"You don't even have an engagement ring."
"That's not a problem. I'll buy you one tomorrow."
"But..." When I saw his smile, I realized he was only teasing me. "Stop it. It's not funny!"
I began struggling to free myself from his embrace, but he refused to let me go.
"What's not funny?"
"That you're making fun o
