CHAPTER 17

CIARA

Too much sugar could lead to damaged hearing, right? I mean, I had been gouging down extremely sweet donuts for like an hour now.

So it was possible for all of that sweetness to have gotten to my head — and ear, of course — and I was starting to hear the wrong things, right?

Because I knew that Noah did not just ask me to get married to him. 

Nope. Not at all. He was just kidding. Messing around. 

He dared not ask me to do something as outrageous as that. 

Right?

"Ciara?" he called out again. I realised that I had been gaping at him with my mouth wide open. 

Snapping my jaw shut, I swallowed the lump of sugary donuts in my mouth and stood up to face him. 

"Sorry. I thought I heard something else for a moment there. Can you please, repeat what you just said?" I asked sweetly.

Noah sighed, and closed his eyes in a show of exasperation.