Page 75 of The Quirky Vet

We stop a couple more times to record some content, and by the time we're ready to head back to the hotel and pack before our drive tomorrow, it's dark.

"I want to record one more thing," Fitz says.

"What's that?"

He takes his time answering. "You."

"Oh."

"It can be for just a sec. Less than a second. A millisecond. Or whatever's shorter than a millisecond."

"A nanosecond."

He shakes his head. "Nah. Even shorter than that."

"A picosecond."

"Shorter than that."

"Mate, that's as nerdy as I get. I don't know what's shorter than a picosecond."

He flashes a grin. "If Wilby were here, he'd say something like,Your dick."

I chuckle because he totally would.

Fitz pins me with a look that's just the right combination of expectant and adorable that it makes me cave.

"Okay," I agree, lifting a finger. "But for less than a picosecond."

"Deal."

I go over and stand right next to him. I know it won't be that short, but fuck it, why not show up for a few short seconds in one of his posts? The sky isn't going to cave in, the world's not going to end. Maybe I do need to lighten the fuck up a bit.

I aim the camera at us, the iconic Story Bridge glowing behind us, its steel arches illuminated with brilliant colours that reflect off the Brisbane River. The glow over the water makes the whole scene feel almost magical.

"Ready?" I ask.

"Always."

"Okay. Recording."

"And in case you were wondering who I'm here in Brissie with, or who the person often shooting my awesome videos is, it's this amazing guy right here. Muir Landers. My best mate. And also, my—" He cuts himself off by planting a kiss on my cheek. It tickles, and I let out an embarrassingly high-pitched giggle, which I will for sure be editing out. No need for the world to hear that.

I drop the phone and turn my head. Our foreheads bump,and the tips of our noses meet. Fitz's warm breath washes over me before he places a proper kiss on my mouth.

"Wait." I pull away. "Is this a distraction tactic so I overlook the fact that was more than a picosecond?"

"Yes, yes it is," he replies with a straight face.

"Okay. Just checking. Keep going."

And so he does. Kissing me with a gleaming bridge behind us and people walking by.

I couldn't care less about any of that, what anyone might be thinking. I feel a giant weight lift off my shoulders, like I've been holding my breath my entire life without realising it.

I feel…free.

I don't know where I fall within the rainbow family spectrum, what word fits me the best, but when I'm kissing Fitz, there is one word that makes complete and total sense.