Your head rests on his chest, and calloused fingers play with your hair. He takes a deep breath, then places a tiny kiss on the top of your head. It’s so quiet, you can only hear his heartbeat and the crickets chirping through the open window. The bed squeaks when his body shifts to pull the blanket over the two of you.

“I think I’ll marry you, honey.” His whisper is faint but you can hear the smile in his voice.