Peter felt any lingering nervousness or apprehension melt away when she gave her answer, and the kisses that followed. He did his best to keep up, though he was still reeling with relief. He caught one of the hands against his face and slid the ring onto her finger, then kissed it, turned the hand over and kissed her palm, her wrist, the inside of her elbow, her shoulder, and then kissing a train up her neck back to her lips.
Yes. She'd said yes. Who cared about happily ever after or happy endings or anything like that. She'd said yes.