Page 215 of Charming Like Us

“We’re recording?” he asks.

“Yeah.” I smile. “Something tells me we’ll have the best blooper reel.”

“Oh, by far.” He chews on a cracker nut. “Best blooper reel, best show, best honeymoon.” At our post-engagement-elopement party, we spun the globe in the penthouse’s library and randomly landed on our honeymoon destination.

At first it was in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. We spun again and ended up on land. We came back from Auckland, New Zealand yesterday.

And I should’ve said that on camera. I should beaddressingthe camera. Looking straight ahead for the interview. But this is just as strange for me. To be on the other side of the lens.

I just start where we left off talking.

“Both of us have jobs that make us travel, which means we’ve never really talked aboutmoving intogether,” I tell him the obvious. “Because what does that mean for guys like us? We’re basically living together already, right? When we’re in Philly, we sleep here. When we’re in New York, we sleep at your studio. When we’re fuck-knows-where, we sleep there.”

Oscar can’t contain his smile.

He definitely knows where this is going.

I continue on, “So I figure, the only way for us to actuallyfeellike we’re living together as husbands would be to sell my apartment and get a place together in Philly. Even if we’re never there, it’s still ours.” I search his eyes. “How does that sound?”

He nods. Love swells between us. “Sounds like our future. I’m there.”

I’m grateful for the camera as it captures the light in Oscar’s eyes in this second, this perfect frame of time.

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