Noah's POV

I didn't hesitate with my answer.

This was what I wanted.

"I do."

The clerk nodded, then he turned towards Layla and asked her the same question.

Layla just stared at him as if she had been thinking of something else.

My heart had already been through much only today.

Layla's hesitation was bringing back that awful feeling she had when waiting for her to come back home. That maybe she didn't want this. Maybe she didn't want me.

The clerk had to cough to get her attention.

"Sorry," Layla mumbled, sounding a little distracted.

The clerk was about to repeat the question when I stopped him.

Maybe...