She laughed. ‘Erm, yuck. No thanks.’
He pulled her down on top of him and kissed her neck, making her squeal as ticklish shivers travelled her spine.
He gave a silly growl. ‘What do you mean yuck? I’d still fancy you. Ooh, it’d be lovely. I can imagine it now. Spinach and maybe a poppy seed or two.’
She whacked his chest. ‘Eeew! You’re revolting,’ she told him, laughing uncontrollably as she squirmed.
‘Aye, but that says something about you, when you think about it; you agreed to marry me!’
‘And I can’t wait,’ Bella said, kissing him tenderly.
He reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear, the anger fully subsided now. ‘I feel the same. I think I’m boring everyone when I’m out on my rounds. It’s all I can talk about.’
‘Really? That’s so sweet.’
‘You’re the most important subject I can think of,’ he replied with a shrug as if it should be completely obvious. ‘And I can’t wait to share my name with you.’
‘I’ll be so proud to be Mrs Arabella Donaldson.’ She sighed.
‘Not half as proud as I’ll be to introduce you as my wife,’ he said.
‘Ugh, listen to us. We’re sickening, aren’t we?’ Bella laughed. ‘It’s a good job no one can hear us.’
‘I don’t care if they can. I’d shout it from the rooftops given half a chance.’
‘God, I love you, Harris,’ she said as he enveloped her in his arms.