He made his face flatten, "I don't know what you're getting on about. Not a romantic bone in my body." But he couldn't keep the straight tone and was soon laughing again. "I think I've been turned," he said, shaking his head with his laughter.
"Come," he said, handing her 2 glasses and pulling her to the couch where he sat and and pulled her into his lap to kiss her before taking a glass from her for himself.
"Cheers," he said, "To the first year, of what are hopefully many," he said quietly, his demeanor more serious. He had the keys of his - hopefully their - new home in his pocket and hoped to have the courage to tell her about it while they were away.