I had just gotten back from a trip to Washington DC with my roommates to celebrate Mary's 21st. I was unpacking the knick-knacks onto the computer table and Lance, whom had house-sat for us. The other girls were asleep.

Lance walked up behind me and put a hand on the front of my hip, moved my ponytail out of the way and placed a kiss on the back of my neck. I leaned back a bit and felt him move a little and then he continued kissing as he guided my hand to the desk. On the desk he had placed a small velvety box. I stiffened a little as I looked at it. I turn enough to look at him and he smiles nervously. I open the box and inside is a delicate solitaire ring.

 "Will you?" Lance asks. I realize my mouth is hanging open and shut it. I slide the ring out of the box and put it on my finger, admiring the glitter the stone has in the dining room light.

"I will." I whispered. We sealed the deal with a kiss.