34. Winter

"Do you want to get married?"

Ron just dragged her out of her parents house where she was enjoying a nice talk with an old neighbour. Her parents have taken the habit of hosting an annual Christmas party, inviting friends, colleagues and neighbours. It's always very crowded and even though she's glad for the break from the party, she can sense Ron's restlessness. He's been fidgety all evening and just snapped minutes ago, grabbing her hand and leading her to the garden. Now she knows why.

"Are you proposing?"

"No!"

"So what?" her voice raises.

"So I'm asking if you thought about it? 'Cause apparently everyone else has for us?" he gestures the house hastily and she understands his concerns. Everyone asked about their couple and she has to admit that even she got tired of the probing into their personal lives. She also remembers his mom inquiry over dinner a couple months prior.

She sighs. "Honestly?"

"Honestly…"

"I think we're too young. We still have things to work out. I think I love you. And I think that's more than enough for now… Don't you?" She whispers the last few words, too afraid of his reaction.

She can read the relief on his face, it makes her feel lighter too. He nods "I love you, I don't care about what the others said, I just wanted to make sure we're on the same page."

"We are."

"Good."

"Good."

"You're shivering." He grabs her hands and intertwine them with his to warm her up.

"I'm cold. In case you haven't noticed it's winter and we're having an argument in the middle of my parents garden."

"Argument? I thought we just settled on an agreement?"

"You make it sound so formal." she says half-offended.

He bends down to kiss her, she smiles against his lips. Good.