“It is. You sound like you don’t believe me, but you should know that you’re planning to marry a brat.”
She laughed, her body shaking with the action as she tipped her head back to kiss him. “Fight the power.”
“Although, I’m not sure it will work out for you in the long run. You’re marrying a brat purely to be rebellious? Sounds like a recipe for disaster.”
She looked up at him, her fingers curled against his chest. Her expression was warm, contrasting with her sharp eyes that studied him intensely. "I love you too, my darling."
"Hobbling across the camp would be very tiring, I'm sure," she teased, leaning back to pull the sleeping bag over to them.