Will you refuse?"
His question caused her to tremble.
She had not expected this.
How could she have expected this? They had only known each other for three months now—courted for just one. How could she have expected it would lead to asking this question so soon.
Her heart had nearly burst when she read the letter.
She had been unable to contain the overwhelming feeling inside her. She feared it would consume her—or that she might implode were she to hold it in.
So she screamed.
And she had run all the way here to confirm his words… to know if it was merely a jest.
But he was saying it to her face like she requested, and Damaris was short of words.
"I—" she paused, thinking of the right words to speak. "I would say, I barely know you."
His eyes softened, his hand reached for her face, his knuckles gently brushing her cheek. "And if I say that does not matter? And that you already know me well enough."
