Hunter stared at her, his eyes wide, as if he hadn't heard her right. For a long moment he didn't speak. His chest rose and fell in a shallow breath.
"What…?" he whispered, voice rough. "Lila…are you serious?"
Delilah held his gaze, feeling her heart pound against her ribs like it wanted to fly out. "Yes," she said quietly. "I'm serious. Let's get married. We've been married before anyway."
He let out a breath that sounded almost like a laugh, but his eyes were bright and disbelieving. "You—you want to marry me? For real? You are ready?"
She nodded. "I don't want to keep wasting our time waiting. I don't want to keep questioning it. I know what I want, too. And it's you."
Hunter ran both hands through his hair like he was trying to steady himself. "God. I…are you sure? Are you doing this because you feel pressured? Because I said—"
"No," Delilah cut in gently, reaching to take his hand. "No, Hunter. It's not pressure. It's what I want. What I believe is best for us."
