She's trying to drive me crazy. That's my only explanation because otherwise she's just messing with me for the fun of it and that is a terrifying thought that I don't want to consider. Half of me is sure she's forgotten the stupid question she asked me on my birthday but the other half is afraid she hasn't.

Because wanting to marry me is the wrong choice. She shouldn't be asking me. She shouldn't want to, and part of me thinks that I've been doing something wrong by letting this go on as long as I have. She's making a mistake but I'm letting her.

"Sure," I say, eyeing her carefully as I pass her the tea. I'm fairly certain there's no reason for it to be down there since she uses it so often. That just makes it inconvenient to get.