Page 146 of Your Soul to Keep

Tohim.

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

My home.

His dark brows lowered.

The love that would sustain me today, tomorrow, and always.

Standing on the altar looking like a fallen angel next to the Pied Piper of Pussy.

When I was still ten feet away, Gabe stepped forward, smiled through his tears, and held out his hand.

I lifted my chin and reached for him, ready for the beauty we would carry into tomorrow.

Gabe weaved his long fingers through mine and unceremoniously tugged me up beside him.

The faint fragrance of roses wrapped around us, a reminder that those we loved never really left.

I threw my arms around his neck and laughed.

His eyes smiled into mine. “You love me, Shae-baby?”

I beamed.

“Infinitely."

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