“When my sadness finally lifted, I found my head on Josh’s shoulder. He stroked my hair slowly, patiently. “Josh?” “Mmm?” he said. “Can we get married?” His breath caught, and then I felt his smile against my forehead. “You do mean to each other, right?” I squeezed his knee. “Yes. Would you do that for me?” “I would like that very much,” he said in a small voice.”
