It’s called love
He lifted me and carried me into a room, giving me access to the biggest bedroom I had never seen. The bed was a queen-size bed, the bedsheets were puffed and the pillows looked so comfortable and soft.
He pinned me down there and then kneeled onto the bed to bent on me.
"I can't believe I proposed, you must have done a spellbound on me huh?" He smiled amused.
"It's called love," I whispered before kissing him.
He kissed me back and then clung to my neck to roll over and switch positions. Now I was the one on top, "I shall get used to the last name Collins."
I still barely believed that was real, I didn't even dream about it since it seemed such an unachievable result for our relationship and his struggles but instead here he was. Making such huge steps, introducing me to his mother, and now even proposing.
The more I thought of my future the more I saw him in the image of it.