“What do you say, handsome cop of mine?” he asked, waiting for an answer.
Corbin didn’t want to wait.
Maybe getting married would help him hold his shit together.
And he wouldn’t lose him.
“Yes. Let’s get married when we go home. I’ll marry you, Will. I want to be your husband. I want you to be my husband.”
That was all he had to hear.
Will kissed him.
Immediately, Corbin felt better. He felt like he just might make it, and with this man, his life would be amazing. Now, he could focus on that, and not how broken he was.
“We can elope, we can plan a big wedding, or we can do Vegas. I don’t care, Corby. I just want to be your husband. I want to be William Price, Esquire. I want to work from our home, and one day have kids together. I want to be the man you come home to every night.”
His heart skipped.
He wanted that too.
“I love you, Will, and the idea of you taking my name and being my husband is amazing.”
He kissed him.
It was soft, it was filled with love, and it healed a little piece of him. Corbin’s goal was to be able to stop being afraid. For their honeymoon, he wanted to be able to give Will something.
Anything.
He was determined to do it too.
“I love you too, Corby.”
And he did.
As they sat there, watching the waves, and the people frolicking in them, Corbin felt alive again. No, he wasn’t back to whole, but he was able to smile.
And he did.
Then, he wanted something else.
Jumping up, he pulled Will to his feet, and tossed him over his shoulder.
The man laughed hard, amused by his man. As he hung over his shoulder, he slapped Corbin on the ass.
“If you think I’m going to tell you to stop, Corbin Price, you’re out of your goddamn mind!” he said, laughing outrageously.
And Corbin jogged them down the beach and right to the warm water. There, he took them into the surf, and they both went under.
When they came up, they were both smiling and holding onto each other.
For Corbin, this renewed him.
Now…
He might just have a fighting chance.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
