Okay, who am I kidding? It still does.
Anyone who doesn’t cry at the end ofGhostis suspicious in my book.
Initially, I wanted to share the movie with Kai because of the superhot pottery scene.If you know, you know. But then I got sucked into the story the way I always do and was a blubbering mess by the end of it. A wet-eyed Kai wiped away my tears and gave me a tissue to blow my snotty nose.
When I cry, it isn’t cute. I’m the definition of the ugly cry.
“I thought you preferred happily ever after stories,” Kai had murmured while he cuddled me close.
I’d sniffled and told him the truth. “What gets me every time with this story is the depth of the love between Patrick Swayze’s character and Demi Moore’s. He loved her so much that even in death, he refused to let go. Even when circumstances tore them apart, their devotion to one another never wavered. Being loved that much is the stuff of fairy tales. It’s something I think most of us long for, but few of us ever find.”
At this moment, I’m shown yet again that I’m one of the lucky ones—because the love Kai and I share is legendary.
Case in point, Kai is hitting me inallthe motherfucking feels, not only with this song but also with his costume. It’s not just that he’s feeding my greedy little sci-fi nerd heart by portraying the lovable rogue of classicStar Warscinema. There’s a deeper meaning behind his choice, a nod back to the first time I told Kai I loved him, and he followed that up with the memorable Han Solo answer,I know.
Hell, that line’s even engraved on his wedding band while mine has Leia’s line.
This is so fucking romantic in a way that no one but me fully comprehends right now.
I barely blink, watching Kai lip-sync his heart out to me, laying naked and bare the depth of his feelings for me. My heart clenches in my chest, and I forget how to breathe for a moment.
Kai has always been more on the reserved side, like his dad. He’s more of an observer who keeps his cards close to the vest.
Except with me.
With me, he shows his soft and tender side. He lets down his walls and holds nothing back. But here and now, he’s making a public declaration of how much he loves me—and it’s so fucking beautiful.
When the song comes to an end, the entire room is left in stunned silence.
I, on the other hand, waste zero fucking time. Charging in the direction of the stage, I run toward Kai like Jennifer Grey in the finale ofDirty Dancing.
Kai catches me in his strong arms as I catapult into him, already an ugly blubbering mess with tears streaming down my cheeks and snot dripping from my nose.
“W-well fucking p-played, sir,” I stutter through my tears. “You KO’d me in the motherfucking feels. My heart can barely take it.”
He wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. “When I proposed to you, I wanted to wow you with a sexy dance number.”
“Fuck yeah, and you accomplished that in spades. I still dream about it on a regular basis.”
He rests his forehead against mine as he clutches me in his arms. “We’ve come so far in such a short amount of time, and being here with you on our honeymoon, having survived an assassin and an alien invasion that could have been deadly, I wanted to share something more romantic and sentimental with you.”
I kiss him softly. “You’ve surprised me so much during this trip. Every moment has been orchestrated to make me happy, with expert awareness of my habits and preferences. It’s almost too much. You’ve overwhelmed me and stolen my heart all over again.”
“You deserve all of it, River. Before I knew you, my life was quiet and empty. I just kept moving forward, pushing down my deepest, most secret desires. But I also hungered for the kind of love expressed in the lyrics of the song I chose. You, River Sullivan, are my one true love, my darling, and I will always and forever need your love.”
Now I’m outright sobbing again. “D-don’t you ever d-dare tell me you’re n-not a romantic ever again,” I gasp out between sobs.
Kai gazes into my eyes with a calm certainty. “I’m only a romantic for you, my love. You bring it out in me.”
Thank fuck for that. No one else gets to have that but me.
I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him with the fiery passion of a freaking supernova. Unlike the couple inGhost, our love will overcome all the odds—and I’ll make damn certain that we get our happily ever after.
All around us, folks are cheering and whistling.
Some of them chant, “River and Kai! River and Kai!”
Others shout, “Tentacle love for the win!”
