‘You...!’ She thumped him playfully, her eyes brimming with happiness, and through a blur of tears she saw the first sliver of a crescent moon rising in the night sky.
‘Surely you must have realised that I was referring to you?’
Magenta shook her head, but then started to see how she might have if she’d dared to let herself believe it.
‘Marry me.’
It was a request he had made of her a long time ago, but now she responded to his husky demand with a heart that was almost too full to contain.
‘You try and stop me,’ she warned him, the second before his face blanked out the moon.
An owl hooted somewhere in the woods across the brook, but the night breezes did nothing to cool their rising passion, and a small thrill ran through Magenta when Andreas lifted his head, just before things got too far out of hand again, to murmur excitingly, ‘No. In bed this time.’