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Alexandra holds my face with one hand, lifting my chin to her.

“Even when it doesn’t seem like it, I’ll always be fighting for that too,” she says without blinking. “Because we’re worth it, and we deserve all the good things that are coming our way.”

“You say all these beautiful, mysterious things and expect me to let you leave the bed?”

I pull her legs and lay her back down on the mattress, making her laugh loudly, filling the room. But before I can lean in to kiss her again, she places her hand on my chest.

“Later, Mr. Anthony Fortin.” Alexandra pushes me away, jumping out of bed. “We need to buy the clothes and Christmas presents, remember?”

“I don’t remember. The outside world doesn’t exist in this room,” I protest, pulling her lightly. “Stay here with me, Babe.”

“Real life is sometimes a pain, but now it comes with you…” she answers, smiling before giving me a light kiss. “So it’s not so bad.”

As Alexandra crosses the room, still naked, distractedly picking up clothes from the floor, I remember the night in Guilherme’s basement. When she told me, looking into my eyes, that kissing me and forgetting would be easy, because her life here wasn’t real. That by the end of the tour, she’d go back home, and all of this would just be a dream. And that, even though she thought I was incredible and wanted me to be part of her life forever, love, to her, was a solo career.

I get up and follow my girl across the room, bringing her into my embrace and kissing her forehead silently, realizing that this isn’t true anymore. We are each other’s best reality, and love, for us, is a duet now.

All of this just reinforces what I already know: my tour gave me Alexandra as a gift, and I want to give her the same thing she makes me feel, the fullness of happiness in love and career. I want Alexandra to feel as fulfilled, secure, and loved out there as she does here with me. And I can’t believe this moment is finally here.

@ViciousBondsUpdates

Alright, girls, we can give it up.

A.J. Fortin and Alexandra Saldanha have been spotted strolling hand-in-hand through Manhattan. Ever since she moved into his place they’ve been seen in charming little coffee shops, shopping for home goods together, sharing lovestruck looks, and flashing those silly little grins. And, as if that weren’t enough, the two even jetted off to Disney, where they were caught in full-on romance mode.

But the official confirmation came last weekend, when they were basically making out in the parking lot (yes, in the parking lot!) before the Vicious show. And as if that alone didn’t prove it, our human labrador took things up a notch—singingAlways Us, his solo-era hit that he’sneverperformed live, and bringing Alexandra center stage to sing with him for three nights in a row.

If you still need more evidence…

They just gave it to us. They were spotted holding hands while browsing the priciest shops in Manhattan, apparently shopping for Christmas outfits—smiling and hugging between racks.

Our work here is done. As always, you could follow along with one of our boys’ love stories right here on our feed. Now we’re just crossing our fingers for some adorable Christmas photos and maybe some cozy get-togethers with Gui and Bia.

With love,

Your Favorite Vagabonders.

Chapter Forty-One – A.J.

Who’d be the first to break?

I guess we're alike that way

He said, she said

Conversations in my head

And that's just where they’re gonna stay forever

Unsaid Emily - Julie and the Phantoms

I open my eyes, eager to say good morning to my girl, but I don’t find Alexandra beside me. The anticipation really is the mother of disappointment.

But I can’t complain, it’s been about a week that this has been our room, and I can barely believe everything we’re living. The routine, the affection, the feeling of sharing a home and life with the girl who gave meaning to my music... it’s way better than I ever imagined.

Being happy, making her happy, and knowing that even after eight months in each other’s lives, we’re still just getting started — that’s what makes me get out of bed, cross the dark floor of the room to the sliding door that leads to the bathroom, and do my morning hygiene just to find her.

But before I get there, I hear my phone buzz on the nightstand. I go back, worried, it could be Victor.

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