Laila sniffed again, rubbing her face against his chest like she used to when they were kids. Then, muffled but very clear, she said…"So… if you keep chasing every guy away from me like this…"
Eryx frowned slightly, knowing anything about to come out of her mouth is distruction. "Laila…"
"—will you marry me instead?"
He froze.
Pulled back just enough to look at her face. Her eyes were red, her lashes wet, her nose pink, but there it was a familiar wicked glint. The one that meant she was half–serious and fully annoying.
"…What?" he said flatly.
She tilted her head, completely unfazed. "I mean, think about it. You're already so overprotective. You glare at men that approach me. You fight them. You scare them off. That's basically husband duties."
He stared at her like she'd lost her damn mind.
"Moon goddess help me," he muttered. "You're unhinged."
She smiled wider. "Is that a yes or a 'convince me later'?"
Eryx flicked her forehead lightly. "You're a complete diot."
