@hellhoxnd continued from the marry me meme thing !!
Oh, god.
Jane had been in that lovely half-awake, half-asleep state in which she was caught up in a dream that felt so real, and for a brief moment it kept her from responding to the question. The Galway asking her to marry him was the dream Galway, not the one laying beside her now. It was only when she opened her eyes properly and saw that look on his face -- like he was expecting some kind of response -- that she realised he’d really, actually said it.
To be honest, her lack of response was due to two things. The first, that it came completely out of the blue, and the second, that this was not at all how she had imagined any kind of proposal going. A girl like Jane spent her entire life imagining how she’d become engaged, and it often involved dancing, red roses, and a handsome guy on one knee holding a bright diamond up towards her. She had never once entertained the possibility of it happening in bed, ringless, and as casually as he would ask her to put the kettle on.
Utter disgust on her face, she sat up, holding the sheets against her chest.
“No. I mean, yes, obviously, but... You’re seriously asking me this now?” Though his intention was pure, his timing was horrendous. “I’m not---- No, Galway. I’m naked, you’re hungover. I haven’t even brushed my goddamn teeth yet, and you...” she gestured vaguely in the air, uncertain of how to phrase exactly what she was feeling. “I mean, I don’t expect a lot of romance, but I do in this, at least.”
