I don’t want to have to try and make it work somewhere else. This is where we make sense. This is our home.” My voice cracked as I reached up and cupped his cheek. He leaned into my hand and turned to press his lips to the center of my palm. “I want to marry you, Rook. Tell me yes… tell me you want that too. To get married here, in our spot… Meet me there, in the blue, one last time?” “Yes,” he said without hesitation and ghosted a kiss across my lips as he whispered, “I will always meet you there.”
