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“I’m going to take my time, since I’m awake,” he murmurs. “Nice and slow and deep, just like this. Until you’re begging for my thumb on your clit. Or in your ass, maybe.”

I gasp. “No.” But I clench around him. Maybe yes. Okay, definitely yes. “Okay.”

“Hussy. I missed you too.” On that, he flexes his hips, driving himself an extra bit deeper on the bottom of the thrust. “Touch yourself, then. My fingers are going to be busy.”

Mr. Graham meets us in front of the brightly colored TORONTO sign in front of city hall.

“Has it been a year already?” he asks as he shakes Toby’s hand. “It’s a great honor to see you both again.”

We hand over the license, and he slides it into his leather folder. “Same vows again?”

“Yes, please,” I say, my voice surprisingly shaky.

Toby squeezes my hand reassuringly.

Mr. Graham starts with him. “Do you, Tobias Alexander Hunt, re-commit your life to this woman? Do you take her to be your partner in all meanings of the word, to support her and nurture her in her life’s endeavors?”

“I do.”

Those two words haven’t lost their punch. My eyes well up as the officiant turns to me. “And do you, Cara Elizabeth Russo, re-commit your life to this man? Do you take him to be your partner in all meanings of the word, to support him and nurture him in his life’s endeavors?”

“I do.”

“As we have already had an exchange of rings…” Mr. Graham starts to move forward in the ceremony, but this time, I’m the one who’s got the surprise.

I hold up my finger, then open my clutch. Damn it, I should have practiced this part. “Actually, last year, only Toby had a ring that day.” The band I’ve secreted away in there slips under my fingers before I grab it properly and pull it out. “Ah ha!”

Toby’s mouth drops open, then he bites his lip and nods, his eyes full of warmth.

“I don’t remember what you said.” My voice is so thick with emotion maybe it doesn’t matter—I won’t be able to say much, anyway.

Mr. Graham clears his throat. “This is, uh, one of my duties.” We turn toward him and his cheeks turn pink. “I wrote it down.”

“Oh, excellent. Okay. What do I say?” I turn back to Toby and he holds out his hand. Unlike me, he’s not shaking at all.

“Toby, I give you this ring…” Mr. Graham prompts, and I repeat it as I slide the plain platinum band over his knuckle.

“Toby, I give you this ring… As a symbol of my endless love… our enduring friendship… and the adventures still to come.” I beam at him as I finish, then I throw my arms around his neck. “I can kiss him now, right? He did that last year.”

“Absolutely, Mrs. Hunt. I now pronounce you husband and wife, by the power vested in me by the Province of Ontario. You may kiss your groom.”

THE END

for Toby and Cara…