Page 11 of The Sleep With Your Enemy's Sister Situation

Dave spun around and dropped down to one knee in front of me.

He’s asking me to marry him?

What the fuck…

We don’t even agree on a brand of coffee.

How can I marry someone if we don’t agree on coffee?

He also eats yogurt. Plain yogurt. Those containers of smelly-looking man-jizz. And he slurps like a porn star on the last ten seconds of a video…

“Fiona, will you be my forever bride?”

Dave had a ring in his hand.

His family watched with pride.

The entire bar fell silent and watched.

Everyone expecting me to give a nod, then cry and wear a diamond ring.

My mind told me to just go with it.

Spare him the humiliation for now.

Put the ring on and then deal with this later.

“Oh, Dave,” I said.

Just say yes… then…

I touched my chest and I looked around.

New plan!

“Give me one second,” I whispered to him. “I feel like I’m going to faint.”

Dave smiled. “I’ll be right here.”

Even that felt like a cringe move.

I held up one finger, turned and ran to the bathroom.

I knew right then that was it.

There was no leaving that bathroom.

This was my new home.

I’d have to live here forever.

“Think,” I whispered to myself. “How the hell…”

My eyes looked at the small window.

I took a deep breath.

What choice did I have here?