“You said it wasn’t a proposal,” I said.
“My non-proposal, proposal. Let’s call it testing the waters.”
“The waters are suddenly feeling very tepid. And didn’t I already tell you I’d say yes when you asked for real?”
Smoke laughed and then he groaned. “Fuck. That hurts.”
The microwave beeped and I opened the door. I touched the plate and immediately yanked my hand back. “Hot.”
“Microwaves do that.”
I threw him a glare over my shoulder.
“So, as I was saying, about the proposal…”
“Hmm.”
“You didn’t panic.”
“You expected me to panic?”
“Maybe not panic, but I did expect you to tell me to cool my jets.”
“You’d think I’d be a wee bit gun shy right now.” I winced. “Jeez, can we ever have a normal conversation again after all this?”
“Yeah, we can.”
I touched the plate again, glad to find it had cooled enough to handle. I grabbed a fork from the silverware drawer and brought the food over to Smoke. I sat down next to him.
“I can feed myself,” he said.
“Okay.” I handed him the plate and fork.
After he swallowed, he said, “Fuck, that’s delicious.”
“Yeah?” I took the fork from him and fed myself a bite. “Oh yeah. Super good.”
“So, you’re not gun shy? About marrying me?”
“No, I don’t think I am,” I admitted.
“Why not?” he demanded. “We barely know each other.”
“We know each other,” I protested.
“You just got out of a serious relationship.”
“I don’t think we can use that excuse anymore, now that he’s gone to rot in hell.”
We looked at each other and burst out laughing. I laughed so hard my sides hurt and Smoke’s laughter turned into wheezing snorts of pain.
When we’d both calmed down enough, I took another bite of food.
“I was supposed to be your revenge fuck,” he said.
“True.”
“I never saw it going that way,” he said.