Playing a vintage guitar, singing with my bonded mate, on the back of our boat in Rome…It’s the kind of moment that feels like a dream, yet it’s happening right now. I can’t help but smile broadly at James, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude. We’re looking at each other the same way we had over the campfire—the night everything between us changed.
As soon as I finish strumming, James moves toward me, crouching down in front of me. Without hesitation, he kisses me for the first time today—a reflection of how perfect we both feel in this moment. His hand cups my face, his thumb grazing my cheek as we gaze into each other’s eyes, completely lost in our own little world.
Being bonded like this…it’s intense, and definitely going to take some getting used to.
Just as the warmth between us sta
