He needed this moment, and Corbin was going to take it. God save his soul, but he couldn’t fight much longer.
“Then take me, My Only, and don’t hold back,” Will said.
That was all Corbin had to hear.
He greedily wanted this moment, even knowing it would likely cause him immeasurable pain.
“I love you, Will,” he whispered, before he found his mouth with his and locked his deceased husband to his body.
Will fell into the kiss.
Their hands moved, and their bodies connected as they both shared that last moment.
It was precious.
It was poignant.
As the kiss deepened, Corbin thought about all the moments they’d lost.
Being parents.
Growing old together.
They had been the things he’d looked forward to for so long before he lost Will, and for years after he was gone.
Will broke the kiss.
“You will have those things, Corbin. I was never meant to be your forever. You were meant to be mine. I know that hurts to hear that, but it’s the truth. Your path was meant to fork off, and you were meant to love again.”
He didn’t want to hear that.
“Stop.”
Will couldn’t.
He wouldn’t.
Someone had to get through to this man, and he had to be the one. He was going to have to find a way to get Corbin to understand.
He needed help.
Will had to do something drastic.
“I can’t stop. He’s right in front of you. Everything you feel is valid, and real.”
That wasn’t ever going to happen.
He knew who Will was talking about, but there was one big problem there.
His partner, the man who made him uncomfortable now, wasn’t gay.
And he was.
“Can we not do this?” Corbin asked. “If this is my last moment with you, then I’d rather not have this conversation. I’d rather have some time with you before I have to set you free.”
Will stared into his eyes.
“Corbin.”
