Cold looked thoughtful, his icy eyes scanning slowly over Jimmy’s face. Whatever he was searching for, he seemed satisfied and pressed a gentle kiss to Jimmy’s lips. “Good.”
Jimmy kissed back deeply, sliding his hands over Cold’s face. “Mmm, can I hear your vows now?”
“Not yet,” Cold teased smugly. “What’s wrong? You can’t wait until tomorrow?”
“You already heard mine!” Jimmy argued. “What am I supposed to do tomorrow? Sing again?”
“It was a very lovely song.”
“Rod!”
Cold scowled and sighed dramatically, but he conceded, “Fine. Jimmy? When I first met you, I knew immediately that there was something special about you—”
“Don’t you need to look at your notes?”
“What?” Cold stared blankly.
“At the fake wedding, you were going to read from some piece of paper—”
“Do you want me to tell you my vows or not?” Cold asked flatly.
“Sorry!” Jimmy giggled. “Please. Tell me.”
“I knew there was something special about you,” Cold continued with a smirk. “Despite my best efforts to the contrary, I couldn’t stop myself from falling in love with you. Your passion enraptured me, your loyalty snared me, and your smile took me prisoner and would not let go. I simply had no other choice but to love you.
“Even when you don’t think you’re worthy of being loved, you are. The shy way you scratch your neck when you’re particularly nervous or the bold spark in your eyes when you’re excited, everything about you is exquisite. Most admirable of all is your determination.
“Once your mind is made up, you never give up. And you were absolutely set on being mine. I was unable to refuse you, and somewhere along the way, I became yours, too. We belong to each other, and I will always take care of you. I will protect you, cherish you, and I will love you forever, Jimmy Poe.”
“Rod,” Jimmy whispered, heat stinging his eyes as tears began to cloud his vision. Cold rarely ever expressed his feelings, and this was beyond anything Jimmy could have ever hoped for. “That’s... that. Wow, I love you, too. So much. So very, very much.”
Cold kissed Jimmy, soft and sweet, murmuring against his lips, “Tu es l’amour de ma vie.”
“Rod!” Jimmy gasped, his face immediately flushing. “Are you saying something dirty in French?”
“Moi?” Cold chuckled heartily and shook his head. “Jamais!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Ah, Jimmy,” Cold went on, grinning so slyly, “je veux être avec toi pour toujours.”
“Now I know you’re being dirty!” Jimmy protested, squirming as Cold’s lips pressed against his throat. “Couldn’t let me have one sweet moment with you?”
“J’ai besoin de toi, j’ai envie de toi, et je t’aimerai pour toujours,” Cold purred wickedly, his hands sliding down Jimmy’s thigh. “Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi.”
“Hey, wait! I understood some of that!” Jimmy exclaimed, pulling back to beam up at Cold. “Juhhht’aime.Je t’aime? Right? I love you?”
“Oui.” Cold winked.
“Je t’aime aussi,” Jimmy replied carefully, smiling wide as he managed to sound respectably French. “Je t’aime aussi, like, forever.”
“Mmm,” Cold hummed, kissing Jimmy’s lips with a tender sigh. “Toujours, mon amour.”
