Tallulah's POV:
Holy sh*t! What have I just done?
I had to do it. He was going to propose and ruin my proposal. I want to be the one to say it. It's selfish and reckless but I want him to see my exhibit...
I want him to know exactly what marrying him means to me... what he means to me...
Words aren't enough for that. Hell, I don't even think sex is enough for that. I want to create something meaningful that will show him.
I want him to see my heart.
He doesn't say anything on the way home and I can practically hear the clogs turning in his brain. He's hurt. Perhaps even angry but he's calm.
Just twenty-four hours. I just need twenty-four hours. Then it will all be out in the open. He'll know everything. Twenty-four hours isn't too much to ask, surely?
***
He doesn't kiss me good morning. He seems to not even notice that I'm here at all.
"I'm going to work," I say but he barely registers my words.
He just nods his head dismissively.