To Propose or Not to Propose

Harumasa had been pacing in circles on your porch for the past fifteen minutes, lost in deep thought. You had been together for four years and he knew he wanted to take the next step. But what if it wasn’t the right time? What if you weren’t ready?

He glanced down at the small ring box in his palm as his brows knitted together. With a sigh, he muttered under his breath, "This is stupid..."

Just as he turned to leave, the front door creaked open. His breath hitched. And there you were, standing in the doorway.