By the time he was finished, she was glowing. "God, you're a girl." She got up very quickly and broke the distance between them, arms going around his neck. The kiss was a little sloppy, but still good. She was so used to him that she didn't need to be completely sober to get a kiss right.
He tasted like coconut and pineapple and this made her smile onto his lips. They didn't break apart. Carrie pulled away enough so that her mouth would be free. She was in his lap, holding onto him like he was holding onto her. Resting her forehead against his, she stared into his eyes. "I love you."
Marriage. It meant something to him. It was important to him. She loved him more than anything. And the more she thought on it, the more she realized that she'd been thinking about this for a long while. All the talk about hating marriage was a way to push it into the back of her head. She wanted to be with him. She was also terrified of things getting fucked up. But they could work it out. They could. They were good together. They loved each other enough. "Marry me."