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He followed her, his hands in his pockets.
She brightened, straightening up and looking at him. "Really?"
He laughed, his hands resting on her waist as he brought her close.
He laughed lightly, pulling away. "Thanks, Rory. Come on, let's head back."
"Yeah, seeing as you were so upset that we didn't get to go dancing at the ball."
"Good," he said quietly, kissing her forehead. "I'm glad to hear it. I love you, Aspen."
His gaze met hers and he fell silent for a moment, considering her. "Pretty," he said after a second. "It looks pretty."
She paused for a moment before cupping his jaw with one hand. "Want to go dancing?"
"Yes," he admitted, tucking her hair back. "I don't know. Maybe you have someone waiting for you back at the Star."
He did so before tucking one behind her ear gently.
"A book on magic, but it's not really helpful," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.
He blinked in surprise, kissing her temple gently. "Wait, really?"
"Can I put one in your hair?"
"Would you marry me?" he asked, tilting his head.
He blinked in surprise, looking down at her, his icy blue eyes shockingly gentle as he studied her affectionately. "Thanks, Mallory," he said...
He was quiet for a moment before looking over at her. "Want to get married?"
"It's important to do."
"Aspen?" he asked after a moment, looking over at her.
"Then let's head back. I have some paperwork to get back to."
"Stay close," he murmured, his arm around her waist.
