**Grayson's POV**

Quinn's cheeks were flushed red. Amused, I pinched them to make them even redder, like strawberries.

"If I really wanted you to be my wife, would you?"

I got a punch on my thigh. "Are you seriously proposing to me here like this?"

"This isn't a proposal. I'm just asking. And of course, to propose to you, I couldn't possibly do it as simply as this for a woman as special as you."

"Ugh. Where did you learn to sweet-talk?" "From you."

"I never taught you that!"

I tightened my hug ...