The Unexpected Proposal

Thalia’s POV

By the time the late afternoon sun bled into a burnt-orange dusk, Beckett stood on my front porch. He had combed his dark hair back, and the smile he offered me carried a hesitant, almost nervous edge.

"Thalia," he started, keeping his tone measured and clear. "I owe you a massive apology for how we left things. I never should have let the situation spiral without communicating with