Page 37 of Shy Girls write it Better

“What?There’s a reason why they call me the Psychobitch.I can take a lot of shit, but there comes a point where I snap.It’s normally not pretty.”

He nodded, making an internal note: he wasnevermessing with her.

Ever.

“By the way, congrats.I didn’t know you’d proposed.”

“I haven’t yet.”

“And you say you’re getting married.Very confident of you.”

He shrugged in response.

“Not really.I’ll ask her every day if I need to, so I’m sure I’ll get the answer I want.”

Eight days had passed since the first time he’d made love with Cassandra Franklin.Three days ago, she got her period, confirming that they hadn’t made a baby, to his chagrin.When she announced it, he was inexplicably sad, and he understood just how committed he was to that woman, to their future.

So, yeah, one week was most probably astupidamount of time to have dated someone until popping the question, but he didn’t need any more.He knew.His mother knew.Hell, even Buddy knew she was their forever.

Now it was time to inform her, in case she’d missed the memo.

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