Callum & Harper (Sleepless 1)

I sighed loudly. “I think you’re right,” I said. “We’re pretty desperate.” I laugh without humor.

Minutes pass in companionable silence.

“Harper?” Callum asked quietly.

“Hmm?” I said, studying Callum’s Converse, my head on his chest, his arm around my shoulder.

“Does this mean you’ll marry me?” He asked, peeking down at my face.

I felt an embarrassing crimson heat flush spread across my cheeks.

“I think it does,” I whispered.

We were both silent for a very long time, our chests heavy with labored breathing. This was it. We were actually going to do it. I couldn’t believe myself. This felt like the best and worst decision I’d ever made.

“What do we have to lose?” He asked.

Everything.

“Okay, so we’re not acting anymore,” he said, thinking. “Well go to a pawn shop, buy a few rings, apply for a license, tell our friends.”

I gulped audibly. “When?”

“Today, right now. Why? You got somethin’ better to do?”

“No,” I nervously chuckled. “Won’t we lose our place in line?” I stupidly asked.

Callum eyed me. “Do you want to do this, Harper?”

“Yes,” I said with conviction and stood. “Let’s go. I think I saw a pawn shop three blocks down.”

“I know the one,” he said. “We’ll try to be back before the doors close and just hope for the best.”

“It is The Hope House,” I lamely joked, making Callum contort a funny face at its dorkiness.

I laughed.

The pawn shop was old. You could tell the same owner was in possession since the fifties and he still ran the counter.

“How can I help you?” A kindly looking older man asked.

Callum grabbed my hand and smiled down at me. “We’d like a few rings please.”

The older man’s face brightened as he stood. “No kidding! Well isn’t that fantastic. Here. Here,” he said gently but excitedly, rounding the corner behind his counter. “The rings are here. Anything in particular you’d like?” He asked.

“I’ve never thought about it,” I said.

This surprised Callum and he shoved his shoulder into mine.

“Well, let’s see what we have here,” he said.

Callum and I bent over the glass display case and studied the array of rings before us.

“You pick mine,” he said.

“Really?” I asked.

“Really, go ahead.”