" I’ve missed you,” he said hoarsely when they broke apart, gasping for breath. “More than I thought possible.
“Me too.” She held on to him just as tightly. “I really do love you, Cooper. And I want to be here. In fact, I can honestly say, standing here right now, I can’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else.”
He brushed the damp from her cheeks. “That’s good. Because I don’t know that I could let you go.” He pulled her back into his arms. “But yes to the rest.”
“What rest?”
He looked down at her. “If--when--you need to go off, fill your soul, feel different earth under your feet, I’ll do my best to handle missing you. As long as you promise to always come back.”
She nodded, sniffling. “Like a boomerang; you won’t be able to get rid of me.”
He chuckled, still getting past being stunned, then kissed her again, and this time the relief, the joy, started to shift to that all-consuming hunger that was always there for them and, he suspected, always would be.
With that in mind, he went to scoop her up, thinking his family and hers would have to understand if they needed a little time alone, when she pressed her palms against his chest.
“Wait. I have one more thing I have to ask.”
“Anything.”
She smiled. “Is that marriage proposal still on the table?”
He grinned. Just when he thought his heart couldn’t get any fuller. “Why, Starfish, I thought you’d never ask. "

― Donna Kauffman , Starfish Moon (Brides of Blueberry Cove, #3)