Oh, bless him. Mel bites her lip when she sees the lump of Brice-in-bed, and tugs the covers over his foot. Ironic how he should have the cold foot. She takes the ring (http://www.stepheneinhorn.co.uk/product.asp?pc=J1-574) out, flips open the box, shuts it again, puts it in her pocket.

Then, Mel kicks off her shoes and slips in under the covers with her boyfriend, arms snaking around his middle to hug him tight. He's not one to sleep in unless he's had a really, really disturbed night, and Mel feels guilty again. Honestly, Brice, learn how to ask properly--this is really all of your fault.

Mel nuzzles into the back of his neck, blowing gently on it to wake him.