“Goodnight,” she says quietly.

“Night.” I flip off the light, and we lie in darkness for a few minutes.

I think she might be asleep, but I ask the question anyway. “Do you remember the promise?”

“Hm?” she murmurs.

“That if we’re both thirty and neither one of us is married, we marry each other.” I whisper the words.

“Mm-hm.”

“I’m game.” I realize there’s another month to go before we have to worry about that, but I’d marry her in a heartbeat if I could.

She doesn’t say anything, and I hear even breathing after that.

I’m not sure I’ll have the nerve to bring it up again, but at least we’re sharing a bed tonight. It’s a step in the right direction.