They remained embraced in the kitchen for what felt like hours but was likely only minutes. He was the right choice, she knew it. And, fuck, he wanted to marry her. Fallon could see their lives in its entirety: a wedding, children, slow and quiet evenings, bickering over useless shit. And, despite never believing she wanted it before, Fallon felt dizzy at the thought. They could be something great.

Eventually, she had to break the silence. "You can stay tonight, if you want." All their time together, and she had never fallen asleep in his arms. "I understand if you want to go home." Malou wouldn't begrudge her Jesse staying over, she hoped. He had used the floo, after all. So as long as they didn't do anything foolish (which she doubted either of them capable of at the moment) no one would ever be the wiser.