Holy shit. Jason never thought that a person could make him feel so much. Never thought that a single soul could make him want to get down on one knee so badly and put a pretty rock on someone’s finger.

But you? You defied every definition. You were poetry incarnate, and if Jason didn’t know any better, he’d assume that the gods had taken all the love songs and poems in the world and squished them into a single human being.

You.

Safe to say, he loved you. Like, a lot.

Way too much for a guy like him.

So, Jason had done the only rational thing. He’d gone behind your back and had Tim change your phone’s algorithm so that you’d receive endless ads for rings, ones that would force you to input your ideal ring and preferred style, and send all that data straight to Jason.

Then, with the nerves of a thousand exams, he needed to actually find your ring size. Somehow.

”Holy shit,” Jason thought to himself.

”I might actually be getting married.”