The Harpers

"Can we talk for a minute?" he asked. A blinked a few times, trying to clear my thoughts.

"Um," I said glancing at Mrs. Mitchell. She was talking with a parent and child while the other children were off playing. "Sure."

"I know I caught you off guard, and you're probably thinking freaking out," he said as he ran his hands through his hair. Goodness, he looked so hot doing that. "If you don't want to, I can understand. It's just that, I've been uneasy for the past week and I wanted to hear your answer."

His eyes were anxious and a bit sad, and I wanted nothing more than to give him a hug.
In those short seconds, I mulled over the offer he laid out. I can say no and continue this life I've been living, eventually finding a good man to marry and start a family with. Or, I could say yes and spend the rest of my life with a man I barely knew, with the added promise of a carefree life.

If I said yes, I knew I could eventually come to love him, or at least form strong feelings towards him. I was obviously feeling some type of attraction toward him, and he had feelings for me.

"I-," I said before stopping and swallowing my words.
Okay, Olivia, no turning back.

"Okay," I said softly as I met his eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked hesitantly. I could see a ghost of a smile on his face as his eyes searched mine.

"But," I said slowly, "if we get married, I won't divorce you. I'm going to open myself up to loving you. We'll be husband and wife, in every respect. I don't want to marry only to divorce within six months."

A huge grin spread over his face, making my heart flutter and a grin of my own shape my lips. I was instantly pulled into a tight hug, the kids around giving a chorus of ew's.

What did I get myself into?