Jeff Pouring

They stand on the bridge, staring out into the water reflecting the rays emitted by the setting sun, hand in hand. Jeff turns his head and looks at Chip, who smiles back. They had gotten together here, Chip kissing him out of the blue and waiting for a reaction.
“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 you talking about?”
“Chip Esten, I want to be yours,” Jeff began, slowly dropping to his knees. “And I want you 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.”