Final Play: A Fake Boyfriend Vacation

. “Jethro Jackson, will you marry me?”

Jet’s lip trembles as he nods. “Yes.” He sniffs again. “Fuck, I can’t even make a joke about there being no ring, because I love this more. It’s … perfect.”

When you know, you know.

I fucking love Fiji.

I already hate Fiji.

To everyone who wasn’t ready to let go.

Just like me.