Follow You, Follow Me

She looked at me from underneath those perfectly manicured eyebrows and gave a slight smile.
"Go get the other bottle of wine.", she said.
I looked up the street, quiet now and through that great tree that branched out thousands of leaves just off the forth floor balcony. The heat of the afternoon had eased into its nighttime suit and lounged just above our heads, lulling us into a peaceful, easy state.
"Will we sleep out here?"
"Do you want to? It's warm enough, just grab the cover and we'll be fine."
When I returned with the bottle and the corkscrew she had made us a nest in the middle of the pull out couch and was lying back in a mountain of pillows.
"Want to go to Bali?"
"Bali? Sure. When?"
"Maybe this winter. That's where I want to get married."
"Are we getting married this winter?"
"Maybe that's too soon, but that's where I'm getting married."
"Does it matter to who?", I laughed.
"Nope, just as long as it's on the beach. You can come if you want to."
I poured her a glass and sat down beside her and looked at her. She was waiting and I let her hang there.
"Thanks, I guess.", and she laughed at that and then she threw her arms around me and pulled me down. I lay there staring up through the branches of that great tree, barely able to make out a few stars through the leaves as they rattled a sigh and she whispered into my ear.