She tackled him, her face hovering just above his. “Don’t worry, Francis,” she responded smugly. “It’s not real. It’s just a cheap jump scare.”
"Shh," he murmured. "I like to pretend I never had another. It's better that way. As far as I'm concerned, you're the only one."
She paused, tilting her head. “Wait, So by that logic, I’m also the kindest fiancée you’ve ever had.”
She beamed, the tip of her nose brushing his skin. She went quiet and after a while, her breathing became steady, small sighs that shook her shoulders as she drifted off.