The mark - II
Silently, I continued to be in his hug for as long as he wanted all the while enjoying myself too. After two little while, I also found myself leaning into his embrace. My cheek rested against his shoulder as I closed my eyes.
Tristan's body tightened again and I moved away from him.
He was frowning and apart from that, I could see the tension on his face. But what was it that was making him so tense?
"If I ask, will you tell me what's wrong?"
"Who else will I tell if not you," he sighed and rubbed his hands on my waist.
That action made it extremely difficult for me to keep a straight face. I was on the verge of blushing. Maybe, I was.
"What is it?"
In answer, he took my hand in his. "Something irritates me, very much."
"What does?"
He huffed and his thumb caressed my fingers. "Marry me."
I nodded. "Marry you—"
What? What did he say?!
"Yo— You," I took a deep breath, "what did you say?"