When Cormac pulled her onto his lap, Lavender couldn't help but laugh. She thought she'd narrowed it down to either something wrong with the shop or one of those nasty rumours about the Prides' top Chaser being lured away to play for a team in Canada or Italy. Yet pinning down the reason for Cormac's sudden concern was harder than she'd first anticipated if he also wanted to cuddle.
The sight of the ring made her brown eyes grow wide. Oh, Merlin. As he talked, Lavender's fingers reached to toy with the hair at his nape as easily as they would play with her own hair when she was nervous. When he finally asked that question, she accidentally yanked his hair in surprised. "Oh, fuck, sorry," she apologised, cheeks quickly flushing red. That wasn't the first thing she was supposed to say when her boyfriend proposed.
"It's a good thing you took my wine. I think I might have dropped it." That wasn't what she was supposed to say either. Lavender clapped her hand to her mouth, though that did nothing to stifle the nervous giggle that escaped her.
She exhaled. "I don't know which of us is crazier. You for asking." Her fingers skimmed his jaw. "Or me or saying yes."