Uncle Jeb," we croaked in surprise. "You found us." "Well, now," he said, and his gruff voice brought back a hundred memories. "Well, now, here's a pickle.
Stephenie MeyerIsabella Swan?โ He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. โI promise to love you foreverโevery single day of forever. Will you marry me?โ There were many things I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all, and others more disgustingly gooey and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than embarrass myself with either, I whispered, โYes.โ โThank you,โ he said simply. He took my left hand and kissed each of my fingertips before he kissed the ring that was now mine.
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