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“It’s perfect,” he murmurs in response, his voice tender and reassuring. He leans in, placing a gentle, kiss on my lips, sealing the moment.

“You’re perfect.”

Our love, our defiance—it was our power play.

Bohdi took his slap shot and perfectly aimed it straight at my heart.

And he fucking scored.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky to meet you, but to be loved by you is one of the most magical things to ever happen to me. I love you, Bohdi Stiles. I love you so fucking much. You’re my lifeline. Thank you for stitching me back together, one memory at a time.”

The End.