Bad boy...

"Okay... Let me tell you a short story about this place. I hold this church very special because of my parents. When my dad and mom were still in their dating stage, he would bring her here. It used to be his favourite spot."

"Are you serious?!" Asher asked, surprised. He couldn't believe that he was sitting in the particular spot that facilitated the conception—and birth—of Beau.

"Yeah. He would bring her here most of the time and they would sit right here, staring at the setting sun as they discussed."

Asher felt honoured. He was in the same spot Beau's parents were, doing the same things they did. And who knew, he could also end up getting married to Beau?

Asher's imagination took a turn when he pictured Beau standing on a church's altar waiting for him, the glamour that would be the talk of the town, and their love-making that night after the wedding...