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Tripp’s jaw tightens. “Well, I’d like my dick sucked, so if you’re planning to do that, by all means, stay.”
My eyebrows shoot up.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” “You two are cute,” Austin says, which dissolves my shock as I glow u...
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I’ve never seen a therapist in my life, but I’m sure they’d tell me I’m making a wise and healthy decision.
“You’ll always have me. I don’t even need the piece of paper.” That makes me warm inside. “What about a ring?” “The only ring I need is the one that says Stanley Cup Champions on it.” “A-fucking-men.”
“Don’t you wanna know what it all means?” he asks innocently. “I think you’re going to tell me anyway.” “The kilt was as close to a dress as I’ll go, even for you, and it’s my family kilt. Only worn on special occasions. The T-shirt, because, duh. I think this whole wedding idea is stupid.” “And the water wings?” “I thought you’d never ask.” He looks proud of himself. “They’re to stop me from drowning in all this commitment.”
And as I recite the words, the anxiousness inside me settles. Because everything I’m saying … well, it’s technically true. Rich or poor? He’s my guy. If he’s healthy, we’ll cause shit together, and if he’s sick, I’ll distract him until he’s better. I do treasure him, because I honestly believe there’s no one on earth who gets me like he does. The idea of choosing one person to spend my whole life with is scary. But as long as Tripp is always there, I know I can get through anything.
“I always cry at weddings.” “Because they’re so beautiful?” “No, because every time a couple gets married, a manwhore fairy dies. We just killed someone, and you don’t even care.” I finally risk looking at his face, because I know he’ll be smiling and not so concerned that my eyes are involuntarily leaking. “A … manwhore fairy.” His brow furrows. “Umm, what exactly is a manwhore fairy?” “Whenever you have a random hookup, a gay manwhore fairy gets its wings. It’s legend, passed on to all of the baby gays.”
Hmm, how to tell my fake husband that I have a fake boyfriend … I’m starting to regret going on this trip.
“I’m not possessive!” “Who do I belong to?” “Me, but—” He grins. “Shut up.”
“Have you guys ever gotten the impression Dex is in love with Tripp as much as Tripp is in love with him, but he just doesn’t realize?”
I’m his best friend. He’s my heart and soul. And nothing will ever change that. Not even his inability to love me back.
I’m so glad this is real.
Award fetch buying this is going to be a misunderstanding trope!!!!!
I wish this could be real.
YOURE KILLING ME
My beautiful Dex.
Sex is sex. It feels good. It’s about getting off. It’s not intimate or personal. Sex with someone you’re head over heels in love with? It’s not just sex. It’s everything.
This is what’s best for him. A divorce. Then he can move on. Meanwhile, I’ll remain pathetically in love with my best friend. Holy shit … I’m in love with Tripp.
“It was real to me.”
“I’m dumb a lot of the time, but the best dumb decision I ever made was marrying you. Because now I know why I could spend forever with you, and only you. I know we’re supposed to stand up here and announce some bogus divorce, but I don’t want that. I want us.” My voice breaks. “Always. Forever. Because I am so fucking in love with you, I don’t know myself without you.”
