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Mateo glanced over his shoulder at the house lights. “Somewhere by the sea. Small town, loud gulls, a porch with chipped paint. A place where we can collect shells and never be late for anything.”

The night deepened. The last guests gave their hugs and left, gifts and leftovers in tow. Mateo and Jason climbed into the small car that would shuttle them to the hotel, and the driver, kindly and curious in his own way, congratulated them. When the driver asked the usual question—where they were headed—Jason answered simply: “Home.” just married gays

Later, as the night folded in and the guests thinned, they found themselves by the wrought-iron gate that framed the courtyard. They climbed onto the low stone wall, shoes dangling, and watched the city’s lights shimmer like another constellation. A taxi rolled by; someone hailed it, and the signal’s flare cut across the dark. Mateo glanced over his shoulder at the house lights

“Anywhere with a bookshop,” Jason answered without hesitation. “And coffee.” He tapped Mateo’s knee with his shoe. “You?” A place where we can collect shells and