Ophelia stared into the pages of her book intently as Grayson sat down and began to speak. It wasn't until he was a good half way through his speech that the expression on her face began to soften. It wasn't just the words coming out of his mouth, but the way he was saying them. It was clear that expressing emotions like this was difficult for him--she knew that, she did. But she wanted to hear him say it anyway, because it was quite possible that if she didn't make him say it now she would never hear it again.
And anyway, if he wasn't willing to say these things to her, she would have been a fool to marry him.
But there it was---those three words, which made her take a sharp breath in the shock at hearing them. Never, not once in over a year and a half, had Ophelia ever heard him tell her that.
A quiet, involuntary laugh escaped her lips and she closed her eyes, closing the book with a snap of finality. "Alright, then." Ophelia looked up into his face and smiled, a smile full of content and excitement like she had never felt before. "Since you asked so nicely."
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