He snorted. Important? More like life-changing, world-rocking, biggest-decision-of-his-life kind of important.
Ever since he’d met Marc, they’d sped down the road of life together. He’d never believed in meeting someone and just knowing you were meant to be together, but it had taken only two dates and he’d known Marc was his soulmate. Hell, if he was honest, he’d admit he’d felt that the day they’d met. Fourth of July. Luckily, Marc had felt the same because he’d turned down the job in Chicago, and within a month, he had moved into the cabin with Aiden.
Their friends thought it was too soon. Too fast. But he and Marc had known it was right. Just like tonight was right. Seven months to the day they’d met.
Aiden checked his pocket for the box one more time and ignored the nerves jangling around in his belly. Yes, this was right.
The door opened, bringing a gust of cold air, and Marc stomping snow from his boots. Aiden hurried to kiss his cheek and hang his coat in the closet.