Marry Me?

It was a good book. Full of suspense, thrill and emotion. Full of cliches, but that's what I like. I hadn't put it down more than twice in the last twelve hours.
There was a cricket match on, we were sitting together, my head on his lap, him stroking my hair, occasionally yelling things like, "You call that a SHOT?" and "WHAT are you playing at?"
I suddenly realised he'd been silent for a while - half an hour at least. Maybe India was playing well. I was just about to look up anyway - see if he'd fallen asleep - when he said, "Marry me."
"I'm sorry, what?"
He stared at me, his eyes piercing mine.
"Seriously, you're not joking?"
He shrugged. I sat up and both of us stared at the TV.
Marriage. Complete commitment. Something a lot of people chuck these days. We weren't living together. He just came over to my flat to hang out very often. We spent most of our days together there. But... Nothing ever happened. It was just sitting close to each other, with the comfort of the other's presence. I don't think I could live without him, honestly. So different from each other and at the same time, so alike. Initially, I thought both of us wouldn't last a day in the same house, but I was wrong. I realised we could last a whole lot more time than that together.
"Yah, okay," I said, looking up at him.
He had been staring at me the whole time. He smiled to himself and turned back to the TV. I stared at the TV for a few moments before I move closer to my... Fiance. I put my arms around him for a squeeze.
"You don't want a ring, right?" He asked, intertwining his fingers with mine as I put my legs on his lap.
"Don't be ridiculous! Of course not!"
"Good, because I can't afford one."
"How about pizza, then?"
"Done," He said, picking up his phone.
"Not now!" I grabbed his phone and threw it on the beanbag.
He looked at me questioningly, eyebrows raised. "Why not?"
I disentangled myself from him, pushed him back onto the sofa and clambered on top of him.
"We're busy."