Clyde’s pov The world outside disappeared for almost an entire day. Snow kept falling beyond the windows of the cottage, thick and endless, but Allison barely let me breathe long enough to notice it. Not that I minded. From the moment we got back from the city after the proposal, she barely left my side. Somewhere between kisses, lazy conversations, tangled sheets, shared showers, and hours spent wrapped around each other near the fireplace, time stopped mattering. We made love every chance we got. It was the kind of peace I’d never known how to keep. And maybe that was why I held onto it so tightly. The ring stayed on her finger the entire time. Every single time it caught the light, something shifted inside my chest all over again. Not possession or ownership. Just… that she was mine. My future, my girl, my fiancée. That word alone still felt unreal. By the time night settled over the cottage again, Allison had fallen asleep against my chest near the fire downstairs,
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