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Dixon’s expression softened. “Communication is everything. Oscar and I talk daily, share everything, and never go to bed angry. When we’re not together, we have regular date nights, even if it’s just syncing up the same movie over video chat.”
“That’s actually really sweet.”
“The key is remembering you’re both choosing this. Every day you’re actively choosing each other. That matters.”
“We’re both all in on making this work.”
“No doubt about that.” Dixon bumped my shoulder with his. “Oscar said he knew we’d end up together the night we reconnected in New York. It’s only been a few months for us, but I know he’s right.”
“I feel that certainty too, despite our rocky start.”
Dixon laughed. “That tension between you two? Painful to watch.”
Heat blazed up my neck. “We weren’t that bad.”
“Andre.” Dixon fixed me with a pointed stare. “The entire town placed bets on when you’d finally get together. Wade created a spreadsheet.”
“They what?”
“Oops.” Dixon’s eyes widened in mock innocence. “Maybe I wasn’t supposed to mention that part.” He squeezed my shoulder. “Coming from a much larger city, the way this town invested in your relationship was interesting to watch.”
“It can be a lot sometimes having everyone know your business. On the other hand, it was pretty nice having so many people rooting for us.”
Around eleven, our friends gradually began to leave. Each departure brought warm hugs and promises to do this again before our September departure.
Grace and Elena were the last to go, pulling Ethan and me into tight embraces.
“We’re so happy for you both,” Elena said, her eyes shining.
Grace nodded. “Come over for dinner soon? And, Andre, please extend the invite to Sato and Ray.”
“They would love that. We’ll figure out some dates and let you know.”
After they left, Ethan and I stood in the quiet house amid the party’s remnants—empty wine glasses, plates with crumbs, and the Special Blend box with a single maple scone left.
“Want to split this out on the deck?” Ethan asked, already reaching for it.
I nodded.
The night air had cooled to the perfect temperature. We settled into the cushioned loveseat, my body finding its place against Ethan’s side as he broke the scone in half.
Comfortable silence enveloped us as we nibbled the treat and gazed at the stars.
“I see it so clearly,” I said finally.
“See what?”
“Kids swimming in the pond, performing on the stage. Music drifting from the cabins.” I turned to face him.
Ethan’s smile softened. “I can’t wait to create it with you.”
My palm found his cheek, drawing him down for a gentle kiss that tasted of maple and possibilities. “That’s going to be the best part.”
When we separated, Ethan rested his forehead against mine. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” The words flowed effortlessly from my heart.
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