Blind Date Turned Proposal

The sound of water droplets hitting her hair woke Josie from her slumber. As she regained her senses, she spoke, “Dexter, you have a fiancée.”

“Yeah,” he responded calmly, seemingly unfazed. “I’ve told you before; you are mine for life.”

Josie looked up, observing the movement of his Adam’s apple on his neck. She was about to retort when Dexter released her. He took her hand and led her back to the master bedroom.

“What are you doing?” Josie exclaimed in disbelief.

“Sleep with me.”

“You’ve gone mad!”

“I won’t touch you.”

Perhaps due to exhaustion, Dexter’s voice was hoarse. “Sleep with me, Josie. I won’t check what you just sent.”

That sentence struck a chord with Josie, leaving her motionless.

So, in the end, the two lay on their sides, with Dexter holding her from behind, making no inappropriate moves.

Josie could hear his slow and steady breathing. The recent stress must have taken a toll on him, as he was truly exhausted.

he suddenly asked,

skipped a

explained it back

was ambiguous. “On the day you exposed Leanne’s

that one instance made him unable

“That’s just a coincidence.”

waist, not indicating whether he believed her

weather unusually cold. Dexter held her especially tight, and it took a long time for Josie to fall asleep. When she woke up the next day, he was

warmth by her side reminded her that last night wasn’t a

of cotton slippers that

from the second floor and could

tailors, were there with suits, waiting for

dealing

difficult position. “Mr. Russell, Ms. Olsen specifically instructed us to see you wear the suits. Please pick two for the

him.

was sweating profusely. “If you don’t try, I’m afraid we can’t report back

call and hung up before saying, “Aren’t you afraid you won’t be able to

anxious that he was about to get down on his knees.

the stairs in her cotton