His brow furrowed slightly.
“Worse?” he repeated.
I nodded.
“Yes.”
I paused.
Then I said it.
“The truth is… I’m scared.”
That got a reaction.
Subtle.
But I saw it—the slight shift in his posture, the way his gaze sharpened just a little.
“Scared?” he asked. “Of what?”
I let out a quiet breath. “Of it being real.”
His expression changed again—this time, confusion slipping in.
I shook my head slightly.
“I know how that sounds,” I said quickly. “But just—listen first, okay?”
He waited.
So I continued.
“When you asked me to marry you…” I began slowly, choosing my words carefully, “I said yes because it made sense.”
His jaw tightened slightly.
I noticed.
Of course I did.
“And I don’t mean that in a bad way,” I added quickly. “I mean… everything about it made sense. We were
