Anything Goes

by Chara Croft

I mean, no fucking way was I going to put up with anyone verbalizing that kind of snide bullshit Peter had just pulled about my other half or anything, but it was true that it had taken Noe a try or two… dozen… to finally make The Liquidator his bitch. That wasn’t fucking scoff-worthy, though. The opposite. Conquering shit that was hard was hella more impressive than breezing through crap that came easy.

Noah and sex were hands down my top two favorite things in life, and even if I hadn’t previously put them together in my head like that, they were clearly a perfect fit that left zero room for anything else… and I was one hundred percent okay with that. Existential crisis averted. Angst unnecessary. End of discussion, period.

Noah and I didn’t fight. That would be like… like gravity disappearing or water not being wet. Or, yeah, like hell freezing over.

“I’m… I’m leaving,” Noah repeated, his lower lip trembling like it was about to break. “I’m leaving you, Gage.” I blinked, frozen in place for a second. Fact: I’m leaving were two words that did not and would never sound right coming out of his mouth, especially not followed by “you,” meaning me, and relevant to Noah, who I needed like air. So, obviously, he was fucking mistaken. Case closed. Full stop. Comment section closed.

Obviously, he wasn’t leaving. I needed him. He needed me. This was non-negotiable, and the only X-factor was how to correct his parentals’ misconception that he’d be better off anywhere that I wasn’t.

I wanted to make him mine in every goddamn way possible, imprint myself on his skin and own every one of his smiles. I wanted… fuck. I wanted everything with my boy.

Thank fuck I hadn’t been born in the dark ages. Seriously, how had anyone figured anything out back in the nineties or whatever?

Correction: I was grinning for one fucking reason. One really weird, really fucking perfect reason that I’d had to come to church to finally see the light about. Noah wasn’t just my best friend. He was my motherfucking boyfriend. And honestly? Now that I thought about it, it kinda felt like he might have actually been that all along.

“I’m totally in love with you, in case you were wondering. Like, I super love you. I love you more than… than chocolate.” “Jesus, Noah,” Gage said, ducking his head but definitely still smiling. “Just laying it out there, huh?” Gage was blushing. Full-on, cheeks pink, skin hot, blushing.

“All the yeses. Yes to infinity. Yes to anything. To everything. Yes, Gage, I’ll marry you. I am all yes. The biggest yes in all of yesdom. Yes forever.”