Page 91 of The Wiener Across the Way

He chuckled, wrapping me in a warm embrace, a warm, naked embrace. “I did, but I moved some things around. I couldn’t stay away any longer. I wanted to surprise you.”

The feeling of his arms around me, the familiar scent of his skin, and the sound of his heartbeat felt like coming home.

“You have no idea how much I needed this,” I murmured, my heart swelling with love.

“Hey, I got something for you,” Declan said, snagging his bag. He pulled out a Mustangs jersey with ‘Kingman’s Bestie’ emblazoned on the back, along with his number. “Thought you might like your own official gear.”

I laughed, touched by the gesture. “I love it. And I can’t wait to wear it at your next game.”

As we snuggled under the covers, I realized Pooh hadn’t alerted me to Declan coming into the hotel room. “Where’s Pooh?”

“I bought her silence with a treat ball filled with peanut butter and bacon flavored treats.” Oh, what a smart, smart man.

Falling asleep in Declan’s arms, I realized that no matter where our careers took us, we would always find our way back to each other. Our love was the constant in the ever-changing landscape of our lives, the melody that would always play in harmony.

This was just the beginning. There were more tours, more games, more challenges, and more triumphs to come. But with Declan by my side, I felt like Wonder Woman. The world was ours to explore, our love the guiding light through any darkness.

In those quiet moments before sleep claimed me, I thought about our journey. The doubts, the fears, the uncertainties we had faced and conquered. Declan’s love had been a balm to my past wounds, healing me in ways I never thought possible. He had shown me that love wasn’t just about grand gestures, but also the small, everyday acts of kindness and understanding.

I thought about our families, now interwoven in this beautiful tapestry of support and love. Our lives were a blend of music and sports, stages and fields, but at the core, it was about us, our dreams, and the future we were building together.

There would be more days when we’d be apart, chasing our individual goals, but the strength of our bond, the trust and respect we shared, made every goodbye temporary and every reunion sweeter.

As I nestled closer to Declan, his heartbeat a steady rhythm in the quiet room, I felt a profound sense of peace. This was more than a happy ending. It was a happy continuation. Our story wasn’t just a romance followed by millions on social media, it was a testament to the power of love, resilience, and the magicthat happens when two people are brave enough to march to their own drum, write their own song.

This wasn’t just a love story. It wasn’t just a love song. He was my lover and belonged with me. Everything had changed, and I knew one thing that I’d whisper on a soft tune every single one of our midnights. “You are the king of my heart.”

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