I can't help but gasp.
He's staring up at me, face flushed, eyes earnest and hopeful. For several seconds I can't do much more than stare back.
Oh my god.
I blink once, twice at Jeremy's patient eyes, and get past the shock enough to know that people in the park are staring, and my eyes are feeling wet.
I blink, and tears slip down my cheeks. I don't completely ignore the feeling that bursts inside of me—a mix of anxiousness, shock, and joy.
I can answer, but barely, just in a whisper.
"Yes."
