“All I need in exchange is you. I told you once already. The only thing that matters to me is you. You can take everything away from me, and I wouldn’t give a shit as long as I have you by my side.”

He bends on one knee and says. “Claire Solis, you ask for honesty and I’m here to be honest. I’m a shitty boyfriend. The worst boyfriend in the entire history of the world. To remedy that, I suggest we stop trying to date and just get married.”

“Miller,” I gasp.

He pulls out a red velvet box and when he opens it, there’s a beautiful ring. “I want you to be my wife because you’re the woman of my dreams. I need you by my side because that’s the only way I can breathe. Nothing and no one on this planet matters; if I don’t have you by my side. If you want us to move to London, I’ll go with you.”

He swallows hard. “I’m yours.”

My eyes can’t stop shedding tears, and I don’t know what to do because they are calling my flight. They’re boarding and it’s the last call.

“Ma’am, we’re boarding,” the flight attendant says.

I look down at Miller, who watches me hopefully. “Claire?”

He’s here. Maybe he wasn’t there while I packed my things, but he came to find me.

“I hate that you left me when I needed you the most, but I trust it was important enough for you to leave. I mean, you’re here.”

“Business,” he says. “It was important to attend to it before I came to you.”

I eye him suspiciously, but I won’t say anything because if this is going to work, I have to trust him.

“Let’s go home,” he suggests. “Please?”

“Okay,” I answer, chewing my lip.

“I was expecting something like, ‘Yes, Miller I’ll marry you.’”

“Are you for real?” I ask. “I sound nothing like that squeaky voice you just made.”

“Babe, this is very real,” he answers and helps me put on the ring. “If you want, we can book a plane to Fiji and elope right now.”

“Elope?”

“My mom, your mom, and wedding planning,” he says as if that explains everything. “That has tragedy written all over it.”

“I’m sure Mom can handle yours, Miller. If you want to marry me, you’re going to have to learn to be around our families.”

“I was afraid you’d say that, but I’ll take it anyway.”

“Wait, my bags,” I say, turning around.

He shakes his head. “We’ll have the airline ship your bags home. We have another plane to catch.”

“I don’t have a ticket.”

“Private plane,” he says. “A friend of mine lent it to me.”