Ben sits across from you. He clears his throat, paler than usual.
“…I have something to ask you.” He says quietly.
You set down your book.
He licks his lips absentmindedly, then leans forward. He gives you a soft kiss, holding your hands. He presses his forehead to yours, his heterochromic eyes locking with yours.
“…Will you marry me?” He whispered breathlessly.
You press your lips to his in reply, wrapping your arms around him. He grins, making a noise from surprise. His arms wrap about your waist firmly yet gently.
“Of course…” You whisper back, a smile blossoming on your face.