The diamond sparkled as much as the lights on the Christmas tree, but less than lights in his eyes. “Marry me,” he murmured, pressing his lips against her shoulder.
She held her breath, then closed her eyes so as not to see the hurt in his. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
This post is part of the 100 (50-50 this week!) Word Challenge for Grown-Ups at Julia’s Place.