He boosted her into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Lips never breaking contact, he walked them backward to the couch. She thought he’d sit down, but then he shifted her onto a hip, one hand still firmly planted on her butt.
“Also, I should probably let you know that you and I are getting married.” He dug into his pocket, pulled out a box, and flipped it open, revealing a diamond ring.
“Oh? I have no say in the matter?”
“Nope. But if you want a different ring, let me know. I’ll also let you pick the date.”
“How generous,” she said, and then she pressed her lips to his.
“Is that a yes?” he asked.
“Apparently, you don’t need it.” She brushed her fingers across his jaw and kissed him again. “But it’s a definite yes.”