She pretended to think about it, a small smirk curving her lips. "Hm, I suppose so," she said languidly. "I mean, we are engaged."
He leaned over and kissed her, the action smooth and easy. "That's true," he said once he pulled away. "And you don't have to worry about shaving cream, now."
He grinned, tapping the counter with his fingers. "Of course not. Nothing can divide is anymore, right?"
She turned on the counter to face him, her knees brushing his hip bones. "Well," she said thoughtfully. "I don't know. Shaving cream is a pretty big deal breaker."
He raised an eyebrow, biting the inside of his cheek as he thought. "It's all gone, though, therefore we have nothing to worry about.
"I guess you just won't be able to shave again," she said cheekily, leaning in slightly. "If you want us to stay together, that is."
"I'm sorry, but will not catch me dead with a beard. It's not happening." He kissed her nose before stepping away to put the items back in their proper place.
She laughed deeply, swinging her legs slightly against the cupboards. "I guess that's it for us then," she said smugly.
He glanced at her, kneeling down to put something away. "Uh huh, right. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"When people accept marriage proposals, it generally because they don't want to get married," she agreed. "This has been my master plan all along."
"Is that so? What's the next step of your plan, then?" He stood up, placing his hands on her knees playfully.
"To marry you for your money, obviously," she said, slipping her arms over his shoulders and kissing his forehead. "I thought that would be obvious."
"Not one," she said, shaking her head regretfully before kissing him lightly. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way."
She squinted at him, her head cocked slightly. "How do you figure? Is there any proof that I have any affection towards you at all?"
