Huxley hits a few familiar notes, and Griffin starts belting out “I Was Born to Love You” by Freddie Mercury. My heart races, and joyous tears spring to my eyes. Griffin’s killing the song, his gaze on mine. But even if he weren’t such a good singer, I wouldn’t care. Because here’s my gorgeous man, singing his love for me in front of everyone who matters. When the song ends, everyone except me claps. I’m too busy holding my hands over my racing heart.
