And now Harmontown was going to Nashville, in the same area where Chip was filming.
Walking down the 거리 with his hands in his pockets, heading toward the bar, Jeff had no time for people. Something, like a godly string, pulled his head off the pavement and directed his eyes to the window of a 봉고차, 반 passing by.
In the window his gaze was met with the blue-eyed stare of his ex-beloved.
And all the feelings rushed back.
“Those were the days, weren’t they?” Chip mused. Before Nashville, before podcasts, before…before everything
“I want to live them. Not just relive them whenever we get together, live them.”
Chip cocked an eyebrow. “Jeff, what in the world are 당신 talking about?”
“Chip Esten, I want to be yours,” Jeff began, slowly dropping to his knees. “And I want 당신 to be mine.”
Chip stared with an incredible look of shock on his face. “You know this won’t be easy, right?” He asked, staring in awe at the pretty gold band Jeff had produced.
“I always did like it hard.”