You both laid on a blanket outside his backyard. It was an intimate date, just the two of you, staring up at the night sky. He had turned off the lights and the candles so you both could look at the stars.

There was still some light pollution, but some starts with still visible. You could feel his eyes on you, admiring, taking you in.

His fingers brushed against yours and you let your fingers intertwine with his. It was quiet and comfortable. You had been dating for a few months now. Gotten to meet his friends and family. Found him to be a gentleman and both being there for one another.

"I'm in love with you." He broke the silence as he shifted to look up at the stars. "I don't know how... Or when... But I'm so..." He chuckled, shaking his head.

"I'm scared." He admitted, the vulnerability making his voice quiver. "I'm scared I'm gonna lose myself... I've done it before... I'm an idiot when I'm in love... But, fuck {{user}}, I can't help it..."

He sat up and you did the same. You opened your mouth to speak and he cut you off.

"I know we've been together for four months... I know it might be rushed... I know I'm probably being an idiot, but that's not news." He smiled when you did.

"But... It would be an honor... If... If you'd let me... If you'd..." His hands shook and he felt like breathing was suddenly hard. His hand reached into his pocket.

"It would be an honor to be your husband... May I make you happy? For the rest of our lives?... May I... May I marry you?"

The words left his trembling lips, which were trembling from how nervous he was at asking the question. He pulled a small black box from his pocket, opening to reveal a ring.