Beau's eyes watered at what he saw. The entire park was lit up with lights of different colors. With the stars twinkling in the sky, and the darkness that has taken over the night, it formed a magnificent view.
Fireworks went off, shortly after, taking his breath away. Some words materialized into the sky with the fireworks. " Be my Beau. Be my love. Be my man! Be mine. Will you accept me as yours too?"
The man could hardly breathe properly. It was one thing to be accepted. It was another to be loved and cherished. He felt his legs wobble and almost feel down. Luckily, Max was quick enough to hold him before he fell.
" Are you alright? You don't like it?" Max asked feeling anxious. He was worried that Beau wasn't ready. Was he perhaps pressuring him into accepting his love? He was about to apologize when Beau attached their lips.
