“Now I need to ask you something,” he says, his mouth curved into a smile that fills me with pure, unadulterated joy.
“What is it?”
He holds my hands and squeezes. “Will you, Solange Pereira, take me as your boyfriend, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, through the good times and bad, as long as we both shall share a Netflix account?”
I hold back a laugh and nod. “Throw in Apple TV+, and we’ve got a deal.”
“Done.”