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My friends tell me I need to get over it, and even though they’re right, I’ve decided to take a new approach: pretend my feelings don’t exist. 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.”
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.
This might be fake, but my vows are very real.
He kisses me like I’m breakable. It’s slow, sweet, consuming. I hate it. It’s the worst thing he’s ever unknowingly done.
“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 know I’m straight, but Tripp doesn’t count.
He’s my heart and soul. And nothing will ever change that. Not even his inability to love me back.
I’ve always been needy for his attention, and it’s no different tonight. I want to be the only one Tripp pays attention to. It’s selfish, sure, but I’m his husband—technically—and his best friend, and the rest of the guys here are nothing to him.
There’s a connection between us that runs so deep I swear I need it for my survival. It’s always been there, always been intense, but last night that connection finally burst free, and being with Tripp wasn’t just right, it was necessary.
Resignation is a step up from irritation, so I’m calling that a win.
My lips replace my teeth, sucking a bruise into his shoulder, marking him as mine. Only mine. My husband, my best friend, my everything.
“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.”
“I want to keep you,” I say between kisses.
I want you to be my husband. In sickness and in health. Hockey or no hockey.”
Ezra curses. “No. Do not tell Anton he was right. He loves being right.”
