A/N: Whether I will update again depends on a lot of things. Let me know if you like it

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"Cristina, your hair is still wet," Burke sounded like her mother. "You'll catch a cold if you sleep now."

"I'm tired," Cristina murmured as her body sank into the mattress.

"Cristina, you'll have very bad headaches when you get old if you sleep with wet hair," Burke was gently rocking her, trying to wake her up.

"I don't care," Cristina tried to push him away.

"But I do," Burke whispered behind her ear. "I don't want our grand children to make fun of their grandmother, who develops aspirin-dependence just because she didn't take care of herself when she's young."

"What?" Cristina was exhausted and didn't quite catch the whole thing, but it automatically triggered a suspicious frown on her face. "Let me sleep."

"Come on, Cristina."

Burke couldn't help sniffing around the soft petite figure in bed like an excited puppy. Little did Burke notice that he was sharing the same smell tonight—because Cristina forced him to use the same bath oil with her just now. The details were not important, but already he was waiting for their next "bathroom date". Lucky for him to have a girlfriend who didn't love lavender—that girlish scent would not have worked as well as the zesty ginger scent.

"Sit up, Cristina, let me blow-dry your hair," Burke plugged in the dryer and grinned at his sleepy head.

Cristina reluctantly got pulled out of bed. Sitting in the middle of the bed, with her eyes still half shut, Cristina treated the noise of the dryer as her lullaby.

Kneeling beside her, Burke smoothened out her messy curls and carried the dryer with as much skill as he did with the scalpel, "You've the most unruly hair in the world. You'll never find another person who can tame it as well as I do."

"Hmmm…" Cristina couldn't make out what Burke was saying, but she assumed it was something nice.

She liked the warmth radiating from behind, whether it was his breath or the dryer she could not really tell—and it wasn't important. She loved how he was cupping his hand over the back of her head to keep it from falling into the mattress.

"If I teach you how to cook, will you let me blow dry your hair every day?"

"Hmmm…"

Burke let a smirk cross his face.

"If I ask you to marry me, will you say yes?"

"Hmmm…" Cristina suddenly became fully awake. "Say that again?"

Burke expected that reaction and simply grinned. He wasn't really trying to propose to her tonight, because he knew they were not ready to take a step further. But it was fun to watch her reaction. She was looking so confused, so unlike the confident and proud intern girlfriend who had been bossing him around lately.

"Nothing," Burke combed through her hair with his fingers a few times and kissed her head. "Now, go to bed."

Didn't he just ask me to marry him? Cristina was surprised that he dropped the subject immediately. Looking at his face, she found no trace of disappointment. In fact, he seemed to be quite giddy about her response.

Since when had it become so hard to read his expression? Cristina squinted her eyes.

"Burke, I'm not tired anymore," Cristina hovered herself over him.

Feeling the tender caress, another smile spread across Burke's face.