"Do you mind if I do something?” he murmured, his arms tightening around me. "Anything you want.” But he let me go and slide away. "Anything but that”, I complained. He ignored me, taking my hand and pulled me off the bed, too. He stood in front of me, hands on my shoulders, face serious. "Now, I want to do this right. Pleas, please, keep in mind that you’ve already agreed to this, and don’t ruin it for me.” "Oh, no,” I gasped as he slid down onto on knee. "Be nice,” he muttered. I took a deep breath. "Isabella Swam?” He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his goldey eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. "I promise to love you forever – every single day of forever. Will you marry me?” There were many thing I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all, and others more disgustingly gooey and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than emberrass myself with either, I wisperer, "Yes.” "Thank you,” he said simply. He took my left hand and kissed each of my fingertips before he kissed the ring that was now mine."
(Eclipse)