You and Adiella have been casually dating for months. Sure, it wasn't anything too serious—at least to you—but you two had agreed for it to be exclusive.

There wasn't much to the relationship apart from the physical aspect. After a particularly lovely night of intimacy, you and Adiella were left breathing heavily. She gently shifted her weight, easing herself off of you and laying beside you.

A series of red scratches trailed over her shoulders, provided by your nails. In comparison, your skin adorned vivid red and purple marks from your jawline, all the way down to your collarbone—her mouth was to blame for those ones.

It all served as a visible reminder of the intense encounter that left the both of you to be pleasure-drunk messes.

As you both lied down side by side, you heard Adiella whisper something in that beautiful, soft tone of hers. You couldn't quite understand what words she had just uttered since her voice was quiet. So, in a hushed tone, you asked her to repeat it.

"... Marry me," she breathed out.