He wastes zero time. He’s down on the floor, on his knees, clutching my face. “Yes. I say yes. I’ve been thinking about it constantly and you beat me to it, and I love that, and I love you, and you are the only man for me. So I say yes.”
I slide a platinum band on his finger, then bring him close for a tender kiss that’s full of so much love—like all these days and nights with him.
When we break the kiss, River smiles like he never intends to stop. “I guess we’ve got ourselves a marriage pact now.”
I suppose that’s the true Harry and Rod rule of falling for a friend—cherish him, love him, and let all that friendship fuel a forever with each other.
That summer, we get married in San Francisco with all our friends and family there to see us say, I do.
Delilah brings the rings down the aisle.
When the justice of the peace pronounces us husband and husband, I kiss my groom, and River kisses his.
Another Epilogue
River
Some facts need tweaking. Like this one. The bigger the dick, the bigger the dick.
I’m going to amend that law right now to this—the bigger the dick, the bigger the heart . . . when it comes to my husband.
That’s the true justice in the world. My hubs is packing in every department. Brains, looks, body, and the most important part of all—how he loves.
That’s why I’ve revised my Big Dick Law to The Big Heart Rule.
Find a man who’ll cherish your heart.
That’s all you really need to be happy.
And that’s a fact.
THE END