“She didn’t make it easy,” Darian said with a laugh, slipping an arm around Tiffany’s shoulders. “I had to propose three times before she agreed.”
Tiffany smacked his chest playfully. “That’s not true!”
“Oh, it’s true,” Darian teased. “The first time, she said, ‘Ask me again when I’m not angry with you.’ The second time, she said, ‘Ask me when you’ve proven you deserve me.’”
“And the third?” Vander asked, smirking over his cup of tea.
“The third,” Darian said, looking at Tiffany as if she were the only person in the room, “she kissed me before I could even finish the question.”
The table melted into laughter and coos. Tiffany buried her face against his shoulder, blushing furiously. “You’re making it sound like I’m impossible.”
“You are impossible,” he said softly, kissing the top of
