“Three updates?" I whispered, and his eyes crinkled with a smile.
"One, I love you,” he replied.
"'Two, I can't stand the idea of leaving again, of you not coming back to this cottage, without you knowing how much I love you." He took a shaky breath, then knelt on one knee, taking my hands in his.
“Three,” he looked up at me, his blue eyes serious and wide and hopeful and scared, "I want you to marry me.”