We are laying together on the rug in front of the fire place. The fire provides the only illumination in the room. Outside the snow is softly falling, steadily accumulating . We won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
He wraps his arms around my naked body, holding me more tightly and I smile. He has Hungarian’s Dance No 5 and Canon alternating on the stereo system. My two favorite songs.
He whispers in my ear that he loves me, and I feel a warm shiver go down my spine as he asks me to marry him.
