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“I’m always thinking,” Leo replied.

“Caprice,” he said, his voice lower than usual. “I’m not going to ask you to marry me.” caprice - marry me

But looking at her—at the smudge of charcoal on her thumb, at the way the fairy lights caught the silver ring in her nose—he realized that a speech was a structure. And Caprice didn’t live in structures. She lived in the spaces between them. “I’m always thinking,” Leo replied

She was smiling now, a slow, dangerous smile. “So what are you asking?” “I’m always thinking

Her name was Caprice.

Marry me, Caprice? No. Just… stay.

Leo grinned. That was better than forever. That was a promise renewed by choice, not by contract.