The apples here were rather on the pink side.
And there were plenty, like a lot!
"You can have one if you want. This tree was planted by my mother- or so she claimed."
"Don't mind if I do." I jumped up high and plucked two apples.
I gave one to Marg and took a bite of one myself.
Sweet, crunchy, and tart. Perfect.
Delicious.
My heart was pounding. I was desperately trying to hide the fact that I couldn't even breathe properly. So, eating an apple did distract me for a second.
Something was different though. For one, Marg wasn't running away.
She was here. Right here.
Just waiting for my response.
And I had to do this.
My breath shook, my chest shivered.
This was it. I took another bite of out the apple and chewed.
Well, that went well. They don't propose with rings in this world... anymore. (It's not like I forgot or anything, okay?)
Marg had to do this, or this wouldn't have been a Harem.
Are you satisfied with her decision though?
I mean she did have certain reasons to come to this conclusion. I might actually write about that and other stuff too but- probably not.