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“So how does it feel to be a Masters graduate, my love?” Bash asked, his hand coasting up and down my thigh as he drove.

“I'll let you know once my brain catches back up with me after those last few exams this week,” I grumbled dramatically, yet I couldn't stop my smile. It had been a long three years, but I truly loved it. The other students in my cohort were wonderful, and I made some lasting friends from the experience. The next step would be to get my PhD, but I wanted to take a year off and enjoy some traveling with the love of my life. I was hoping to entice Bash to take a trip with me somewhere exotic this summer, and I had many deliciously sexy ways to bring him to my way of thinking.All of those ways involve lots of lube, toys and cum…and many, many orgasms. Can't forget the orgasms.

“I'm so fucking proud of you, Micah. You are absolutely incredible, baby,” Bash gushed, giving me a blinding smile that made butterflies spring to life in my stomach. He'd never stop having that effect on me. I knew that without a doubt.

“Thank you so much for everything you've done to get me through it, baby. I seriously could not have done it without you, Bash. I love you,” I told him sincerely. I grabbed his hand off my thigh and brought it to my lips, giving it a firm kiss and holding it to my chest. Bash moved his eyes back to the road, and soon we were turning off of the street we were on.

I looked around in confusion, wondering why we were stopping near the river. “Uhh, Bash, is something wrong with the car? Why are we stopping?” He didn't answer. He simply smiled to himself and directed the car towards a parking lot that was near the Congress Avenue bridge. Suddenly, I realized why we were here.

I broke out into a big smile, excited to see our little winged friends again. Bash and I tried to get down to the bridge at least once a year tosee the bats take off, alternating between being up on the bridge itself and using a canoe like the first time. I had fallen in love with it during the first date Bash had planned, and my second tattoo was of a small, simple bat over my left pec that Bash matched with one of his own. My first tattoo was of course the one he had designed for me back that Christmas and it sat proudly on my right ribs. However, that had been a monumentally stupid idea because it hurt like a goddamn bitch to get.Did Bash try to warn me how painful it would be? Yes. Did I listen to his warning? No. No, I did not. I would rather move on from the shame of that, and will neither confirm nor deny the total breakdown I had during the process. Let's move on, shall we?

We climbed out of the car and Bash took my hand, pulling me down to the river bank where we could look up at the bridge to our right. We had never seen it from down below like this unless we were on the river, but Bash had found us the perfect, unobstructed view.

I folded myself in his arms, curling around his waist as we waited for the bats to appear. Sometimes it took forever, but with the chorus of their squeaks and chirps escalating, I could tell they were about to head out.

“Thank you for bringing me here, BB,” I whispered to him, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “This was the perfect little gift at the end of a perfect day.”

“Perfect, huh?” Bash smirked, cupping my jaw and stroking my cheek softly. Before I could answer, I heard a commotion from the bridge and I turned to see the bats flying out in dark, wispy waves from underneath. We had amazing timing. I detached from Bash and moved a little closer to the water, taking in the magical spectacle with a giant smile on my face. They flew overhead, and I closed my eyes and listened to the music they made with their fluttery wings.

“Micah?”

Bash's voice had me turning around, but he wasn't standing behind me. Instead, I looked down to see that he had dropped to one knee.

My hand flew to my mouth reflexively, covering the sob that came pouring out.Oh my God, he isn't doing what I think he is, is he?…

Bash looked at me with a smile so bright with love and affection that it made my stomach flip flop within me. In his right hand, he held a small, black box unopened.

“Micah, I know it's been a long road to us getting here, and I am thankful every single day that I have you in my life.” Tears started streaming down my face, my heart so happy and full that my chest could barely contain it.

“Youare my home. You are my happiness and light. You are the laughter in my days, and the strength in my body. You hold the key to my very soul. With every beat of my heart, I love you more and more, and my love for you will never stop growing because my heart will just stretch to make more room. I want you with me, by my side, for every second I'm still on this earth. Micah James Russo, will you be my husband? Marry me, baby.”

“Yes! I want nothing more than to marry you, Bash! I love you so much!” I dropped to my knees in front of him, fusing our lips together in a desperate kiss that had us fighting for breath. He cradled the back of my head with his left hand, keeping me connected to him as long as we could before we had to come up for air.

“I am so in love with you, Micah. I cannot wait to marry you and be your husband,” Bash said roughly, his voice thick with his own tears. The smile on his face was unrivaled as he opened the box and took out a beautiful silver ring that had etchings of vines wrapped around it. I loved it more than words could say.

“Put it on me, Bash.” I urged him, my smile splitting my face. He slipped it on my finger, and it looked like it was meant to be there. I burst into even more tears as I threw my arms around him.My fiancé.

We were no longer a tragedy, but a romance fulfilled. We were the story that begged to be written. Our story lines intertwined into something far more beautiful than we could have ever hoped for. Our hearts had inevitably found their way back to each other, right where they belonged. Forever.

BASTIAN'S EPILOGUE

A Year and a Half Later

“To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, until death do us part. I will love and honor you all the days of my life.”

I looked over to Micah, seeing his eyes glistening as he stared back at me with the sweetest smile on his gorgeous face. We didn't have to say anything, our hearts speaking in the silence.

Our friends continued with their wedding vows as Micah and I were trapped in our own little moment of time, nothing else existing outside of us and the connection we had. We both stood as groomsmen in the wedding, and that was probably a mistake to be honest. We had been a little late arriving after we got caught up getting ready. Of course, that meant that my dick got all caught up in Micah's ass, and our quickie wasn't as quick as we had hoped.

It was becoming a bad habit we were developing whenever there was a special event, but neither of us were willing to change it.

After the ceremony, I grabbed Micah's hand as we walked back down the aisle after the happy couple. They had been through so much to get to this point, but they were the happiest couple we knew. Well, aside from me and my man.

Micah darted off to dance with some of our friends and I looked around for Dawson. When I spotted him sitting at a table next to the dance floor, I made my way over. “Hey man, there you are. How's it going?” I asked, plopping down in the seat next to him.

Dawson smiled and upnodded me. “Going as well as can be expected. You know I'm not big on these kind of things, but try telling that to my better half,” he mumbled, taking a long swig of the beer in front of him.

“Where is your man at exactly? I didn't see him earlier.”

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