Laura bit her lip. Say something! She wanted to wipe her hands on her jeans but Jason was still holding them, looking at her with such adoration that she was afraid to move. He pressed his forehead against hers. What if she said the wrong thing? Tilting his head to one side, he slowly rubbed his cheek along her jaw line.
Her heart stuttered, and not in the way she always imagined it would. What the hell was wrong with her? Why was she feeling so… uncertain? This was what she wanted, what she dreamed about, what they talked about, and now that the moment was here her words vanished and her body urged her to flee.
Jason released one of her hands and swept her hair behind her ear, then brushed his lips down the length of her throat.
A sigh escaped her, but still no words. Her thoughts chugged around inside her head, stumbling over themselves—Yes! No! Yes! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?—but it was as if someone had poured fresh concrete into her brain and it was solidifying before she could speak.
She thought this was what she wanted, yet how could she be sure? Her throat ached, struggling against the pressure of the words she knew she couldn't say. He deserves an answer. She pulled back and tried to lose herself in the emotion his warm eyes brought bubbling to the surface.
It felt like hours, weeks, months had passed since he asked her to marry him, but her heart had only beat a handful of times.
She parted her lips. Say it! "Jason, I…"
The corner of his mouth lifted into that smile she couldn't resist and her heart flipped back into rhythm.
Laura lowered her eyes, embarrassed by her hesitation. The answer was there all along.