"Are you sure you want to do that?"
Christian's voice was full of shock and disbelief.
"I can just break everything off with them right now. You can stay here with me until everything blows over," he said, squeezing my hands. "Leslie, you can just stay here and make plans for our own wedding. You can make it as glamorous as you want."
I looked up at him. My eyes widened and my heart raced. "Christian?"
"Leslie, I'm serious. I'm going to make you my wife. And the sooner the better. I've doubted many things in my life, but this isn't one of them."
His eyes were full of longing, but in the depths of his swirling, deep blue eyes, I could see hints of nervousness. "Leslie, will you marry me?"
My eyes stung as tears began flowing down my face. I always prevented my thoughts from going there, but having him ask me so directly and full of longing, I had to pinch myself to prove this wasn't a dream.
I nodded my head a few times. "Yes."
