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“Nick, it’s cold! I don’t wanna go into the garden!”
“Char, it’s winter! Just take my hoodie.”
“You are ridiculous,” Charlie grumbled, putting it on and hiding his smile.
“Warm enough? Come on!” They stepped outside.
“Nick, what in the world …?”
Lying in the snow was a string of fairylights, spelling:
Will you marry me now?
Charlie blinked away his tears and turned to Nick, who looked at him with a hopeful brilliant smile. A split second later they were hugging fiercely.
“Nice try, but I think you can do better.”
Nick groaned in mock frustration and pulled Charlie closer.