"What if we just went ahead and got married."
She was busy contemplating her upcoming final exams, and it took her a few seconds to register the question. When she did, her eyes narrowed to incredulous slits, and she twisted her entire upper body to stare at him. He stared back, rocking them back and forth in the porch swing with slow pushes of his foot against the wooden floor.
"Some people get married the night they meet," he added.
"We're not going to be a Vegas wedding -"
"Six months is a long time. Technically eight, if you count the two month break before the festival -"
"That wasn't a break. We weren't dating. Keep annoying me and we won't be dating even now."
"We're practically hitched already. I haven't even thought of f*****g anyone else since we met. Makes me want to go ta
