Page 36 of So Wrong, It's Wright
“Tahlia?” I rasp, my dick throbbing with need as I notch it inside her entrance.
“Yes?”
“I love you too,” I say, pushing myself inside her before I lift her in my arms and move with her, seated and holding each other as ecstasy overwhelms us both. She pushes through her thighs, riding me and taking me deep as she whimpers against my mouth while I explore her mouth with my tongue, her skin with my hands, and her soul with my heart. Each and every time I’ve been with this woman, I’ve known we were built to fit each other. And each and every moment I’ve spent with her has shown me not only to we fit together, but we work together and complement each other as well. I wanted to be the man she needed, to go to New York and provide her with a life that meant she never had to leave her comfort zone or her friends. But I’m not so bullheaded that I’d refuse the opposing solution to that. Having Tahlia come to Atlanta means we get to be together, and after experiencing months of being forced to love her from afar, I’d give my right arm to never have to say goodbye to her again.
“Oh, Ash,” she moans, her body tightening as she draws closer to climax, squeezing me and tipping me over the edge so I’m coming right along with her, a grunt in her neck and my teeth pressing against her shoulder.
“Fuck. I’ll never get tired of that. When can you move in?”
She throws back her head and laughs. “As soon as I get a job.”
“No. Fuck that. Fuck getting a job. If you’re gonna move to Atlanta and have my babies, then I want to be the guy who takes care of you.”
“You want to take care of me?”
“Of course.”
“But what if I want to work?”
“Then work. But don’t make it a prerequisite of us being together. Atlanta isn’t like New York. My salary can keep us both here. Hell, we can get ourselves a place with a yard and live the suburban dream if that’s what you want. Kids, a picket fence—”
“A mommy blog.” Her eyes go wide and she smiles, seeming quite excited by the idea.
“Yeah. A mommy blog. You can finally write whatever you want without having to worry about Wright Media holding you back or blocking you from being the journalist you want to be. I want you to be happy, tiny. And I want to be the guy who goes out of his way to make that happen.”
Her eyes shine brightly as she looks into mine and bites her lip. “I want that too.”
“Then marry me,” I say, lying her back on the bed as I press a kiss to her lips, then reach over to my bedside drawer. “Marry me and make me the happiest man on the planet.”
“Oh, my god.” Tahlia’s eyes go wide as I produce a dark velvet box and lift the lift, showing her a diamond ring I’d purchased the moment I decided to move my life for her. “What on earth? You already had a ring?”
“I’ve been thinking about asking you to marry me from the moment I saw you, Tahlia,” I say, sliding off the bed and dropping to one knee on the floor beside it. “I knew as soon as I saw you that you were the one for me. And the fact you’ve endured the up and downs of being in a long-distance relationship with me has just solidified it. I want you to be mine. From now until forever, so please say yes. Will you marry me, Tahlia?”
“Yes!” she cries, launching herself at me so that I almost fall back but catch us both before I lie back on the carpet, her sitting on top of me as I hold up the ring and slide it onto her finger.
“My future Mrs. Wright.”
“And my Mr. Wright.” She holds her hand up and admires the glinting stone. “I love it. And I love you.” She leans down and presses her mouth to mine.
“I love you too, tiny,” I whisper, rolling us over before deepening the kiss and reuniting our bodies with a slow, deep movement that has both of us coming again and solidifying our engagement with the union of our bodies. Then we do it again and again and again, because I’m never letting her go. I waited for her for forty-two years, and then I waited almost a full year more, but now, the waiting is over. She walked into the wrong room for a reason, because she is mine and I am hers. She’s the right girl for me, and nothing—not distance or time or work—can change that again. We chose each other, and that’s all that matters.
EPILOGUE
TAHLIA
Twelve months later…
Sometimes, it only takes a moment to fall in love with someone. In my case, it was during Ruby and Tanner’s wedding reception when Ash looked at me and said, ‘I’ve got you’. Because from that moment on he did have me. I was his body, mind and soul. The struggle was just in figuring out how to make that happen.
Despite the struggles a long-distance relationship came with, there was never a moment when I felt that Ash wasn't willing to move heaven and earth to keep me. No matter how many obstacles were between us, he always made me feel like I was his number one priority. So, the least I could do for a man willing to upend his life and career for me was to upendmy lifefor him. And I don't have a single regret.
While New York was where I’d spent most of my life, it’s in Atlanta that I found my home. Sure, I miss my friends and the ability to share coffee or a bottle of wine with them at a moment’s notice, but we still manage to catch up online and fly to see each other in person whenever we can. If I could maintain a romantic relationship long distance for almost a year, maintaining lifelong friendships long distance is a breeze. Besides, all of our lives are changing from what they were a couple of years ago, and the city nightlife isn't a priority for us anymore. We all care more about quiet nights in with our significant others, and when weareall together, there’s a big focus on kids. That’s right…kids. We have Ruby and Tanner married with their kid. Darren and Theo are now married—they did it on stage at one of Coco’s drag shows—and now they’re awaiting approval to adopt their own kid. And even Andy and Karen have been talking kids lately—although Karen is still firmly against marriage, but each to their own, right? And let's not forget Ash and me. After a year of living together as an engaged couple, we’ve finally taken a trip down the aisle ourselves.
Today, we invited everyone we love and care about to our new home, complete with a yard and picket fence, just outside Atlanta. They witnessed our nuptials in a comfortable backyard wedding—dress code, smart casual since Ash hates suits and I hate uncomfortable dresses—and to feast on a catered barbecue while drinking and having a wonderful time playing on the great big jumping castle we've put in the back corner. It was a highly unconventional idea that I almost nixed. But seeing my new husband jumping on it gleefully had me feeling all kinds of happy. Ash is a man when he needs to be, and a big ole teddy bear the rest of the time. And best of all, he’s mine. This big, funny, happy, galoof of a man is all mine. And I couldn't be more in love.
“How you feeling Mrs. Wright?” Ash asks, reaching for my hand as we lie next to each other on the still-inflated jumping castle looking up at the stars that are brighter than any I’ve seen before.
“Like I just got my fairy tale ending,” I say, turning to face him with a massive smile on my face.
