"First in our kitchen and then your mother's and then my mother's." He admitted it with a bit of a shameful feeling but it made him laugh just the same as he pulled her with him into their bedroom (again with the things that rocked the foundations of his world a bit).
"Sometime I might just have to snog you in my mother's pantry," he admitted. "Just because I'm sure I'm the only one in my family who hasn't snogged someone there."
He pulled back long enough to look at her and then brushed her hair back from her face with his hands.
"You like the ring?" he asked softly, looking for a moment very much like the fifteen year old he'd once been, uncertain underneath the know-it-all, just wanting desperately to feel loved for his accomplishments, to feel somehow special. Meghan made him feel more that then he'd ever thought possible.