Cyan wrapped their arms tightly around Kevin’s broad chest, nuzzled the back of his neck, and whispered, “I love you.” To Cyan’s surprise, they felt Kevin’s body tense abruptly.
“Oh my god,” Kevin muttered.
“What?” Cyan asked tersely, anger swooping in to mask a sudden swell of anxiety as they drew back.
Kevin turned, unable to meet his fiance’s eyes. “I . . . I just farted.”
“You just . . .” Reflexively, Cyan sniffed, and then immediately regretted it. “Like right now?”
Kevin’s face had gone bright red, and he could barely meet Cyan’s eyes. “Right when you grabbed me.”
“So . . . right into my crotch,” Cyan said, nose now wrinkling involuntarily for multiple reasons.
As the fart cloud lingered around them, Kevin’s embarrassment only grew. He was just as revolted by the smell, but felt he just had to endure it as a sort of penance. “I’m so, so sorry,” he said.
Cyan folded their arms, giving their fiance a calm, appraising stare. Then a shrug. “That’s alright,” they said. “I’ll just fart in the bed tonight.”
“You’ll—” Kevin blinked rapidly, too surprised to be embarrassed. Then he saw the wide grin spreading across Cyan’s face.
Laughter, sudden, hearty, and pure.
“I love you too.”
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Story by Gregory M. Fox