He scratches the back of his neck. “Because I bought us a place.”
I blink at him a few times. “What?”
“I bought us a four-bedder over in the Lancer Square complex—” A thought crosses his mind. “—Which reminds me — I’ve got some papers I need you to sign.”
I keep blinking. “Why?”
He looks at me like I’m an idiot. “So both our names are on it.”
“No—” I shake my head. “Why did you buy us a house?”
“Oh—” He nods. “Because I’m going to ask you to marry me in a minute, and married people usually live together,” he says with a shrug and then danders over to me casually.
I swallow, blinking a lot. “Are you being funny?”
“No, they really do.”
I frown at him. “BJ.”
He drops to one knee.
“How’s the weather, Parks?” He beams up at me.
“Oh.” I stare down at him, wide eyed. “It’s looking to be quite fine—”
“Just quite?”
I roll my eyes. “Eternally sunny, then.”
“Oh—” He grimaces. “Can’t promise that. Storms always come, they have to — brings balance.”
“What can you promise then?” I ask as I kneel across from him so we’re level.
“That I’ll love you forever.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, that’s hardly special, is it? You’ve done that already all your life.”
“So fucking marry me then, would you?”
I frown over at him but he’s completely serious. His cheeks are pink, his breathing’s a little fast, his eyes are nervous. And then he pulls out a ring from his pocket.
I glance at it then I frown at it.
My head pulls back. “Is that my ring?”
He gives me a look. “My ring, actually—” Cocky half smile. Single eyebrow up. “—that I gave you, that you tossed away dramatically in the middle of a fight.”
I give him an uncertain look. “Are we really referring to that particular instance as a ‘fight’?”
He pulls a face. “Definitely wasn’t not a fight, was it?”
I frown at him, snatching for it. “Give that back!”
He holds it out of my reach, squints at me playfully. “Are you saying yes?”
I press my lips together, trying not to smile too much.
I nod once. “Yes.”