It had been a slip of the tongue.
He hadn’t been thinking about the ring box stuffed into his office drawer, hidden under paperwork which he really should have done.
He’d been thinking about how much he loved her when she was lying on the floor, head thrown back as she dissolved into peals of laughter.
He’d been thinking about how pretty she was with messed up hair and no makeup, in an old t-shirt with jeans, rolling her eyes at him but accepting the sweets he offered her.
He’d been thinking about how he loved all the subtle expressions she made. A slight upturn of her mouth when she was amused. A crinkle of her eyes when she was trying not to laugh. A narrowing of her pupils when she was pissed but couldn’t show it.
“Marry me.”
“What?” she looked up from her book and angled herself to look down at him, eyebrow raised.
“Marry me,” he repeated.
“Are you drunk?” she asked, putting the book down and sliding off the sofa to sit beside him on the floor.
“On love? Yes,” he quipped, sitting up.
A snort of laughter escaped her and he smiled.
“I meant it. I didn’t mean to ask it here but I do want to marry you.”
“I thought I was going to have to ask you,” she cracked a grin at him, “I brought a ring and everything.”
He was the one to snort this time. “Okay, I proposed. Now you can.”
“Fine,” she crossed her legs and leaned forward slightly. “You eat too much sugar, you never remember to do paperwork and you can set fire to water which, before I met you, I didn’t think was possible. However,” she tilted her head to the side and smiled softly at him. “You bring entertainment into my life. You dont care that I have no interest in changing myself just for other people’s sake. The fact that dating you makes my dad go crimson in rage is just a nice little bonus.”
“Imagine how he’d react if we got married,” he muttered, leaning forward to bump his forehead gently against hers.
“Yeah,” she grazed her nose against his, smiling.
“So, what do you say? Want to marry me?”
“Yeah. Do you wanna marry me?”
“Yep.”
“I’m glad,” she pressed her lips against his in a chaste kiss.
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