It might've been easier if I could've just forgotten like I know he has. Less complicated. Less fucking confusing, trying to keep dates straight and which ones matter now and which ones don't. But even without Tom here, even with our quickie City Hall wedding a few months back, our first wedding... it matters.

But the day before Thanksgiving was too fucking chaotic to make a big deal of it, so instead, I've waited 'til today. I've waited 'til after my shift, shooting off an invitation to one of the nicer bars I've been to in this city. I'm not nervous, not really, but when I see him there on the street corner, my stomach does this funny swoop thing that I can't really ignore.

Grinning crookedly, I close the distance between us and lean in to press my lips to his in a fleeting kiss. "Hey."