“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, but I love you,” I repeated. I wanted her to accept my apology and then we could kiss and get married.
“You love me now?” she asked, straight-faced, turning so she was flat toward me, her hands tucked into the armpits of her sweatshirt.
“I love you now.” I tried to be clear, unafraid, unconflicted.
“Tomorrow?”
“I want to marry you,” I said.
There was a giant pause. We looked at each other.
Sayfa 170 - Knopf Publishing
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