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When Kongpob returned to Thailand, not even a month went by before he asked, “P’Arthit, when are we getting married?”

Arthit choked on the pink milk he was drinking, coughing as he looked up at his boyfriend. He was looking at him seriously, as if he didn’t just drop a massive bomb on him. Kongpob had already given him a ring; did he really need to ask that? He figured he’d just spring a wedding date on him one of these days.

But he was genuinely looking for an answer. So Arthit said, “Whenever you decide to ask me.”

That bright smile lit up Kongpob’s face, and it made Arthit realize just how badly he’d missed him. LINE messages and Skype calls just weren’t the same.

“My sun,” he said as he grabbed Arthit’s hand, thumb rubbing over the silver band on his finger. “Will you marry me?”

The kiss Arthit gave him was answer enough.

No one was too surprised when they told them the news. They’d been acting like a married couple for years. Bright was even convinced that they’d secretly eloped before Kongpob had left Thailand.

It was the first time Kongpob had seen all of his friends since coming home, and to make things easier, Arthit had invited all of his friends to join them as well. It was a celebration for more than one reason now, all of them raising their glasses to the newly engaged couple, cheering them and wishing them luck.

Aim slapped Kongpob on the back, offering him a smile. “Congratulations. It’s been a pretty long time coming, don’t you think?”

Kongpob returned the smile. “It has been. Don’t follow my example.” He nudged Aim, and he ducked his head knowingly. May refused to look at him, cheeks pink as the others ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ at her. Kongpob laughed, even as Arthit reprimanded him for teasing his friends.

It was good to be home.

… 

Arthit adored Kongpob’s mother, truly he did. She was a lovely woman who wanted only the best for her son, and she had decided that Arthit fit that mold. He was incredibly grateful that she’d welcomed him into their family, but he was beginning to get overwhelmed.

He didn’t need to constantly be reminded on how wealthy the Suthilucks were. He’d been to Kongpob’s childhood home; he’d seen the luxuries he’d grown up with. He was well aware that they had money. He’d gotten used to Kongpob paying for things, his bank account fuller than Arthit could ever dream of his being. And over time, he had accepted that. But having Kongpob’s parents pay for their wedding was where he drew the line.

He knew that Kongpob’s mother was just happy that her only son was getting married. It was exciting for her, even if this wasn’t exactly how she originally imagined Kongpob’s wedding going. She’d already called caterers, florists, tailors. Arthit was beginning to feel faint.

He’d excused himself, needing to catch his breath. He shouldn’t have been surprised when Kongpob followed him. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a hug as he rubbed over his back. “I’ll talk to her,” he murmured, sounding so understanding that Arthit could have broken into tears. But even if he’d gotten more in touch with his emotions over the years, he wouldn’t allow himself to cry over something so trivial.

“She means well,” he said, thickness in his voice.

“I know,” Kongpob said. “But this isn’t her wedding. It’s yours. I want you to be happy.”

Arthit pulled back, wiping at his eyes. “I will be. I’m marrying you.”

“I can’t believe you’re getting married,” Wad said, handing Kongpob the stack of invitations he’d printed out. Mailing all of these was going to be a bitch.

Kongpob sat down, starting to address the envelopes. “I’m just surprised P’Arthit stayed with me long enough for it to happen.” Wad laughed, sitting across from him to help. “But I’m not married yet. We have to get through this wedding first.”

“Is P’Arthit a bridezilla?”

“And P’ says I’m the most frustrating junior he’s ever had,” Kongpob said, shaking his head with a smile. “He’s excited about it, I think. Just not the planning part. I think it stresses him out. The only thing we’ve decided on is our wedding party, but even that was a process. I’m pretty sure P’Bright cried when P’Arthit asked him.”

“You should have found better friends.”

You’re in our wedding party, Wad.”

“I rest my case.”

They focused on their writing for only a minute before Kongpob said as nonchalantly as possible, “P’Arthit asked P’Prem to be a groomsman. He’s taking our photos too.”

Wad’s pen stopped moving, and Kongpob feared that he would break it with how tight he was gripping onto it. “And you’re telling me this, why?”

Kongpob shrugged. “You haven’t seen each other since college. Figured you’d might want to catch up after all these years.” A pause and then, “Maybe go back to whatever the hell you were before.”

“We weren’t anything before,” Wad said, and Kongpob could hear the hidden hurt behind his words. “We won’t be anything now. Just because I may have liked him back then doesn’t mean I’ll still like him now. People change. I might not even recognize him when I see him.”

It was a poor excuse. Feelings withstood the test of time, no matter how long that time was. “It was just a suggestion. At least catch up with him. I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”

“Yeah,” Wad said, biting his lip as he went back to writing. “Maybe.” He was stubborn in a way that reminded Kongpob of Arthit. People like them needed a little push to get what they actually wanted. So if Wad asked how he ended up seated next to Prem at the reception, he would deny any involvement in the matter.

…         

Knot looked over the edge of his coffee cup to stare at his best friend. “You want me to be your best man?”

Arthit coughed, looking away. “Are you that surprised?”

He supposed he wasn’t. He and Arthit had always had a different relationship than they did with the rest of their friends. Maybe it came with being the only two responsible ones in the group. Still, it was nice to feel appreciated, on such an important day no less.

Knot smiled, taking a sip of coffee. “It would be an honor.”

Tew hadn’t thought he’d be in such a serious relationship this early in his life. It wasn’t that he didn’t want one; he’d just never planned on it. But he’d never planned on Dae either.

He liked him; he liked him a lot. So much that sometimes it scared him. They had danced around each other for the majority of his third year, and it wasn’t until his fourth year – after being pushed and prodded by all of his friends – that they’d made it official. Now, two years later, they were still going strong.

Tew was long since graduated, working well for himself. Dae was in his final year in college, studying hard so that he could catch up with his boyfriend when graduation rolled around. They saw each other when they could, getting dinner at least once a week.

Which brought Tew to his current predicament. His friend was getting married, he was invited to the wedding, and he was allowed to bring a guest. Technically, Dae was already invited. But Kongpob had hidden his invitation when Tew offered to give it to him, suggesting that he ask him to go himself.

Half an hour into dinner, and he still couldn’t bring himself to ask. It wasn’t like he was asking Dae on a date. He was asking him to go to one of his best friend’s wedding. Weddings meant the future. He was admitting that he saw Dae in his future, and that type of pressure was scary.

“P’Tew?” Dae asked, looking up from his food with those big puppy eyes of his. Even as a fourth year, he was too adorable for words. “Are you alright? You seem sort of off. Did something happen at work?”

When he looked at him, he still wondered how he’d gotten his stubborn little junior to be his. Fate was clearly on his side. Smiling back at him softly, he shook his head. “Everything’s fine. I just have something to ask you.”

“What is it?”

Now or never. “Well, Ai’Kongpob and P’Arthit are getting married. I was wondering if you’d want to go with me.”

Dae held onto Tew’s hand that was resting on the table. “Of course. I’d love to.”

He could finally drop the tension in his shoulders. Maybe he needed to have a bit more confidence in himself, a bit more confidence in his relationship. The future wasn’t really as scary as he thought.

Arthit and Kongpob fought on any random Tuesday. It was inevitable that they’d fight over something as important as their wedding. They’d just gone to taste cake, the seemingly least stressful part of planning a wedding. Somehow, they’d managed to make that difficult. Arthit had stomped away from the bakery, grumbling to himself over Kongpob’s audacity to pick vanilla over chocolate cake.

But Kongpob knew that this wasn’t about cake.

He’d learned early on in their relationship that whatever Arthit was actually upset about was hidden by some frivolous problem that didn’t really matter. So he’d have to break past his outer shell to get to the real issue.

“P’Arthit–”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Kongpob,” he snapped as he took off his shoes and went towards his computer.

It was a lie, just a ploy to get him to press him more. “Can’t you tell me what’s wrong? You’re going to be my husband; we need to talk about these things.”

“Well maybe that’s the problem,” Arthit said, dropping into his desk chair and opening his laptop. Kongpob stared at his back, not expecting that answer. He walked to him, stood on the other side of the desk to look at him.

“What do you mean?” he asked. There were so many times when he wished Arthit could just express what he felt rather than leave him guessing and saying all the wrong things.

“It’s exactly what it sounds like.”

“P’Arthit, just talk to me–”

“I don’t want to talk!” Looking up at him, Arthit clenched and unclenched his fingers. “I really don’t have anything to say to you right now, Kongpob. Sometimes I don’t want to talk. Don’t you get that? We’re getting married. You’re committing your life to a single person, and that person is me. This is who I am. Don’t you see how serious that is?”

Kongpob was silent, taking in everything Arthit said. He was used to his fiancé’s outbursts, knowing that it was how he communicated how he really felt. But that didn’t mean it hurt any less. “I know it’s serious. But do you?”

In a single second, Arthit’s anger was wiped away from his face only to be replaced with worry. “What? Of course I do. How could you even ask that?”

“I don’t know,” Kongpob said coolly. “How could you?”

There wasn’t much to say to that. Maybe that was what Kongpob was hoping for. It didn’t make him feel any better. Grabbing his phone, he put the shoes he’d just taken off back on. “I’m going out for a while. Don’t stay up too late.”

“Wait, Kong–”

He closed the door before he could finish. He needed time to clear his head, even if his heart was screaming at him.

The apartment was dark when Kongpob returned. There had been a lot of walking, a lot of holding back tears. He’d stopped by the corner store to pick up a few things to make breakfast in the morning as some sort of peace offering, but Arthit could hold grudges for days. He wasn’t sure how far deep of a hole he had dug himself into.

He undressed quietly as to not wake his sleeping fiancé. The less he did to bother him, the better off he’d be. Ready for bed, he slipped under the covers, fully prepared to lay awake with his thoughts before he eventually passed out. But instead, he was met with an arm full of a very awake Arthit.

On instinct, his arms wrapped around him. Arthit wasn’t so blunt with his affection, which meant something had to be wrong. “P’Arthit? Why are you awake? I told you not to wait up for me.”

“You think that I’d actually be able to sleep?” he asked, and it was then that Kongpob noticed how cracked his voice was. Cupping his head, he tilted it up. Even through the darkness, he could see the dried tears on his red cheeks. “I’m really sorry, Kong.”

This man had far too much power over him. Then and there, he pushed his feelings aside, because that’s just what you did when you loved someone as much as he did. He ran his fingers through his hair as he listened, hanging on to every word Arthit said. “I guess I’m just … scared.”

“Scared? Of what? Getting married?” Arthit nodded against his chest. “Do you not … want to get married?”

“Of course I want to get married,” he grumbled. “I really do. You’re it for me, no matter how annoying you can be. I love you. A lot. It scares me how much I love you sometimes.”

Such a blatant love confession was so rare, so appreciated. How could he stay mad at someone so precious? Holding him tighter, he rested his cheek on top of his head. “Don’t be scared. Because I love you more.”

“Don’t make this into a competition, idiot. Because I’ll definitely win.” Kongpob laughed, kissing him on the forehead. They both slept soundly that night.

Aim huffed as he cut around street corners. He was meant to be at his suit fitting ten minutes ago, and he was still three blocks from the tailor. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but Kongpob had gotten scary since this whole wedding fiasco had started. He was taking everything way too seriously, and as his best man, Aim had been the one tasked with calming him down. Which he couldn’t exactly do if he was the one causing Kongpob stress.

Please let him go easy on me. May finally agreed to move in with me, and I’m not missing out on that just because Kong was in a mood.

Not looking where he was going, he knocked into another person walking opposite him. Rubbing his arm, Aim looked at the man he’d run into apologetically, reaching down to help him pick up the papers he had dropped. “I’m really sorry,” he said, but the man only stared at him. It was a little creepy, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Raising his hand in farewell, he continued running. He had exactly one and half blocks to think of a good excuse.

Pete watched the man who had bumped into him run off. He felt kind of stupid not saying anything to him, but he had just gotten distracted. His face was really pretty for a guy. He wondered where he was going.

“Ai’Pete! Hurry up, Ai’June is waiting for us at the café!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

Arthit couldn’t sleep. Whoever said that engaged couples couldn’t see each other before their wedding must have been a masochist, because this was absolute torture. He’d reluctantly agreed to Bright’s bachelor party just to distract himself, but when a half-naked man had showed up at the hotel door, he immediately retreated to his room with the command of being left alone.

He sighed, rolling over to curl tighter underneath the blankets. He missed Kongpob. It was ridiculous to say, considering that he had been without him for two years and this was only a single night. But maybe that was what wanting to marry someone was: not wanting to go to sleep without them.

Opening his phone, the time read 11:07. A little over twelve hours, and he’d be a married man. He’d be a husband. It was still so strange to think about, but seeing the background on his phone – a silly, candid picture of the two of them looking far too in love to be legal – it started to sound right. He was going to be Kongpob’s husband. That was about as good as it could get as far as he was concerned.

Rolling onto his back, he threw a hand over his eyes. Tomorrow couldn’t come quick enough.

…           

“When P’Kongpob said that he wanted me to be the flower girl at his wedding, I didn’t think he was serious,” Pete said, fixing his tie in the mirror. It had been an odd request but one he couldn’t turn down. His eldest P’ was getting married after all; he would do anything he could to support him.

Ae chuckled at him, smoothing his hair into place. Pete couldn’t help but stare at him. He looked so handsome. “It’s because you’re the prettiest person P’Kongpob knows,” Ae said. Pete ducked his head to hide his flushing cheeks. “And at least your job is easy. I have to hand the rings off to P’Aim. Do you know what P’Kongpob would do to me if I messed that up? You wouldn’t have a boyfriend anymore.” Pete giggled at the mere thought. “All you have to do is walk down the aisle with the bouquet because neither P’Kongpob or P’Arthit wanted to. I still don’t understand why they have one in the first place.”

Jutting out his bottom lip, Pete said, “P’Kongpob’s mae spent a lot of money on those flowers. And they’re still going to throw them, because P’Kongpob thinks it will be funny.” He grabbed the large bouquet he’d set on the dressing table. It was completely yellow, like the sun. “And they’re beautiful. It would be rude to waste them.”

Two hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs stroking over his soft skin. “You’re beautiful,” Ae said, and a bright warmth spread out Pete’s entire body. Still, after all this time, Ae knew just how to make him fall in love all over again. He was staring, admiring the way Pete looked in his suit. “It makes me think of our wedding.”

Pete bit his lip, smiling through his shyness. “Ae wants to marry me?”

“Should I ask you right now? I do have a ring.”

Pete playfully smacked his shoulder. “P’Kongpob would really kill you.” Bouquet in one hand, he hugged Ae’s arm with the other. “Ask me after we graduate, okay? You know I’ll say yes.”

Arthit fanned his hands in front of his face. “Is it hot in here? I swear it’s hot in here.”

“It’s just you, my dude,” Prem said as he redid Bright’s tie. “Seriously, Ai’Bright, how did you manage to fuck up your tie so badly?”

“I run a bar! I’m not a fancy businessman like the rest of you?”

Tutah dabbed more concealer over his chin. “How many single guys did you invite? If I’m going to be surrounded by love all night, I need to know I have the chance of hooking up to get me through it.”

Knot glanced up from his phone. “They might not even be gay.”

“And even if they are, they won’t be interested in your fat ass.”

“Oh, fuck you, Ai’Bright. You haven’t had a girlfriend in years.”

“Hey, I have that cutie who comes to my bar! I almost got him to go on a date last time!”

“Never took you for a twink person.”

“A twink is better than an elephant like you.”

“Oh, fuck you–”

Arthit fell into a chair, burying his face in his hands. It was definitely too hot.

“Ready to be a married man?” Aim asked, standing behind Kongpob as he checked himself over in the mirror.

Kongpob smiled at his reflection. Only a little while longer before the ceremony started. The sky was clear. All of his friends and family were there. And Arthit was waiting for him. He couldn’t have imagined anything more perfect.

“Of course I’m ready. I’ve been ready since the moment I met him.”

There were certain moments in Kongpob’s life that would be engrained in his mind forever. When he was eight and received highest honors at school and made his mother cry. When he got accepted into the college he’d wanted. When he pissed off the head of the hazing team on his first day of school. There were so many memories that he would never forget. But of all of them, this one topped the list.

Arthit walking towards him was like a dream. For a moment, it was if they were the only two in the room. Just him and the man he loved. But he was brought back to reality as Arthit stepped in front of him and squeezed his hand. This was happening. After the waiting and the planning, it was finally happening.

The start of the rest of his life.

“Kongpob, I wanted to slap you the moment I met you. You showed up to the first freshmen meeting and ran your big mouth off. Since then, you’ve had my attention. For so long, I denied my feelings. I had never felt as strongly for someone as I did for you, and it terrified me. When I finally came to my senses, I was afraid that you had given up on me. Heaven knows I’ve given you plenty of reasons to. But you stayed then, and you still stay now. And I’m so lucky. I’m the luckiest man alive to stand here with you. I don’t say it enough, but I love you with my whole heart. I can’t wait for you to be my husband, 0062. So hurry up so we can make it official.”

… 

“I don’t think I would ever have enough time to tell you everything I feel for you. You’d shut me up before I could finish, so I’ll make this as short as I can. I never thought I’d find someone I cared so deeply about, but here you are. You make me want to be a better person, a better engineer, a better friend, and now, a better husband. I won’t let a day go by that you don’t know how much you mean to me. I’m the happiest with you; with you, I’ll have the best life. My sun, my Ai’Oon, I love you more than anything. Six years ago, I promised that one day, I’d marry you. I kept that promise. Now, I promise to make you feel more loved than the day before. And I’m so lucky that I get to make that promise.”

“You know, I’ve never really liked weddings,” Tin said softly so that only Can could hear him. They were all gathered around the center of the reception hall to watch Kongpob and Arthit dance together. The two of them were far too invested in each other to notice the rest of them.

Can was gapping at him, tugging harshly on his tie. “That’s a really good thing to tell your boyfriend of two years, you asshole,” he hissed.

Tin chuckled. Can had turned away from him, but he would bet everything he had that he was sulking. And they couldn’t have that. Wrapping his arms around his waist, he rested his chin on top of his head. “I guess I should rephrase that,” he said. “I’ve never really liked weddings. Until I met you. Now … they’re alright. But if I have to go to one, I’d rather it be our own.”

Can’s hands came to rest over his; all had been forgiven. “Ours is going to be the best. We’re going to have tons of food, and the cake is going to be huge.

Tin happily listened to him babble. He liked it when Can talked about the future; he liked that Can saw him in his future. He squeezed him tighter. Weddings really weren’t so bad.

Wad would let Kongpob enjoy his wedding before he killed him. It was only common courtesy.

Sitting next to Prem was absolute torture. They hadn’t acknowledged each other, Prem too hung up in whatever conversation he was having with Bright. So that just left Wad to sit far too stiffly, barely touching his food.       

It shouldn’t have been that big of a problem. But then again, Prem had always been a problem for him since the moment they met. He looked surprisingly good in his suit, and from what Wad could see, the past few years had treated him well. He felt like he was back in first year, repressing himself and trying to stay hidden.

Until he realized just how ridiculous that was. He was no longer in college. All of his friends were in committed relationships, because they had stopped being emotionally constipated and did something about it. So that’s what he’d do; he’d do something about it.

Scooping some shrimps onto his fork, he slid them to Prem’s plate. The older man looked to him. Wad tried to ignore how confused he looked, saying instead, “You still like shrimps, don’t you, P’Prem? They’re your favorite, aren’t they?”

Prem blinked, answering slowly, “Yeah … you still remember that?”

“Wouldn’t forget it.”

And if Prem’s cheeks went pink, Wad didn’t say anything about it, keeping it as a silent victory. They could talk more later, catch up with each other, after his heart stopped beating so fast.

“That was so embarrassing,” Dae moaned, hiding himself into Tew’s side. Tew laughed, patting his boyfriend’s head sympathetically. He eyed the bouquet of yellow roses that was clutched in between them.

It started as a joke. Throwing a bouquet was a bridal tradition, but as there was no bride in this equation, it wasn’t really necessary. But Kongpob had thought that since most of his friends were in long term relationships, it would be nice (amusing was a more appropriate term) to give them all a little push. And push he did.

Pete had handed Kongpob the bouquet, and as dramatic as possible – much to Arthit’s dismay – he turned around and flung it into the crowd. Tew was ready to relentlessly tease whoever ended up catching it. What he wasn’t ready for was the bouquet to land in Dae’s unexpecting arms.

All of his friends patted him on the back, shouting in his ear ‘have you picked out a ring?’ and ‘when are you proposing?’ While a bit flustered from the attention, he was nowhere near as bad as Dae who had practically curled in on himself as all of his seniors surrounded him. As the diligent boyfriend he was, he had taken him to a corner to calm him down.

“Is the idea of marrying me really that bad?” Tew joked as his heart beat against his ribs. They had never had this sort of conversation before. But being at this wedding was making him think that maybe they should start.

“That’s not it,” Dae said, head on his shoulder. “I mean … do you want to get married?”

“I’ve thought about it,” he admitted. “But you’re still in school. It wouldn’t feel right to do that now. There are still a lot of steps we have to take.” Leaning back so that he could look at him better, Tew braced himself for what he was about to say. “So let’s take one. Move in with me?”

Dae’s head snapped up from the weight of his words. Disbelief in his eyes, he stammered, “Move in? With you? Really?”

“My place is getting too small for me anyway. So if I’m going to get a bigger one, why not make it big enough for two?”

His sweet Dae, cheeks still pink and eyes blown wide, smiled at him. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

He pulled Dae into a hug after that, flowers still held between their chests. One day, he thought as he tugged Dae towards the dance floor. One day we’ll get there.

Ming smiled as he dipped Kit, and that smile only widened when he yelped and clutched onto Ming tighter. “Mingkwan, if you drop me, you can sleep outside the hotel room tonight.”

“Why, my sweet Kit-Kat, I would never,” he teased, lifting him back up. The entire day had been amazing. He had been able to be with Kit all day and act as obnoxiously in love with him as he was. It was a wedding; those things were just allowed. And surprisingly, Kit had allowed him to. It was rare that his public displays of affection weren’t immediately pushed away, but he had been able to get away with a lot more than he usually did. So he was milking it for all it was worth.

Swaying around the dance floor with Kit held in his arms was the end to a perfect night. At least until they got back to their room. But that was private.

“Who do you think is next?” Ming asked. “To get married I mean.”

“Probably Pha and N’Yo.” They glanced to where the two of them were caught up in their own dance, staring at each other in that mushy, sometimes creepy, way they did. “They waited so long to get together. Hopefully they won’t do the same when it comes to marriage.”

Ming pouted as he spun Kit around. “Why not us?”

When Kit finished his rotation, he wrapped his arms back around Ming’s neck, quirking a brow at him. “What do you mean?”

“Why wouldn’t we be the next to get married?”

“You’re still in college.”

“So is Yo!”

“Don’t be stubborn. Pha and N’Yo have been living together for a year.”

“So move in with me!”

Kit flicked his forehead. “You’re so dramatic. We’re still young. There’s no rush to get married.”

Rubbing over the small of his back, Ming murmured, “But I want to marry you. I love you.”

Kit smiled, melting into that soft spot that he had grown for Ming over the years. “And I love you. So let’s just enjoy our time loving each other, okay?”

No matter how many times Ming heard those three words from Kit, he still felt lucky. He had waited so long for Kit to be his. He would never take that for granted. “Okay. Get your short butt up here so I can love you properly.”

Kongpob’s finger tips stroked over Arthit’s flushed cheek. They’d fallen into bed together as soon as they’d gotten to their room, and everything from then on was blur. Now sweaty and naked, they lay facing each other, the light of the moon pooling in through the curtains.

“My husband,” Kongpob cooed, thumb running under where Arthit’s eyelashes were fluttering across his skin. All these years later, and he was still so in love, maybe even more so, with this man. And he loved him back. His first year self would have never believed in such a reality.

Arthit laughed softly through his nose, nuzzling his cheek further into Kongpob’s hand. Only he was allowed to see this side of him; the side that let down his guard and let himself be taken care of. “You’ve said that ten times since we got up here.”

“And I’ll say it again.” His lips replaced his hand, leaving quick kisses all over his face. “My husband, I love you so much.” Arthit was attempting to push him away, but he could both hear and feel him laughing beneath him. This would be the rest of his life, every single day. What a dream he was living.

Finding an opening, Arthit managed to flip their positions, hovering over Kongpob. Lifting his hand, Arthit kissed the silver ring that he had slipped onto his finger only that morning. Even though Kongpob had gotten it years ago, he finally felt the true weight of it. “My husband,” Arthit said, and Kongpob swore his heart stopped. “Are you ready for our future?”

Kongpob smiled. Of course I am. I’ve always been ready. What about you? Are you ready for it?”

Arthit’s lips were on his the moment the words left his mouth. They didn’t say anything for a while after that, far too wrapped up in each other. But both of them knew. They had been ready for so long. And now, it was finally time to start.