AMALTHEA'S POV

"Mr. Dominic, what do you think you are doing?" I asked, and he looked up at me with a frustrated expression.

"Wait. Don't tell me you are proposing to me. You know I am not ready yet. Look, I am not directly saying no to you. You know my reasons. I have to find out about my parent's death, and I do like you, but that doesn't mean I am ready to -" I started blabbering without thinking twice before I noticed he was just tying his shoelaces, making me bite my lips as heat rose to my neck and cheeks.

Did I just embarrass myself? Again? Looking...