Carrie

My heart skipped a beat. I failed to feel the throbbing that was earlier embracing it. And all I could do was get deep into staring into Alessandro’s eyes which were looking weirdly different, almost as though he was wearing great softness in them.

“Carrie?”

“Huh?”

“Marry me,” he repeated, this time, he made sure I could feel him holding my waist. It was as if he was using that to urge me to give him a response as quickly as possible. “Don’t say no.”

“But-”

“What but?

Again, his accent made his response sound funny. To me, he said ‘What butt?’ and not…

Oh my goodness.

Alessandro just...