Making plans

A huge smile spread across his face, “And I am madly, deeply, and unequivocally in love with you, Felicity Donovan.”

He grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together as we walked through the trees quietly.

“So, what’s your favorite color?” he turned his head, studying me.

“That’s a tough choice. Probably green. But not just a plain green, a deep, emerald green. I don’t think I’ve seen much of it in person, but there are forests with some of the most beautiful greens. What is yours?”

“Noted. I know you’re probably going to think this is cliché, but blue, like the color of your eyes. You have this deeper blue on the outer parts, and then ocean-like blue specks throughout, creating the most interesting blue color I’ve ever seen,” he explained, running his hand through his hair and looking at the ground.

I was left speechless at his attention to detail.

“They sound so much more beautiful through your eyes.”

He stopped turning towards me and tipping my chin to look up at hi