Jeff Davis

They had تقسیم, الگ کریں up, there was no other way around it. Things just hadn’t worked out between them. Chip had left his wife, his kids, to be with Jeff and…their relationship had fallen apart. Chip left the tour. Jeff felt like everyone blamed him for Chip’s lack of contact with the other guys.
And now Harmontown was going to Nashville, in the same area where Chip was filming.
Walking down the سٹریٹ, گلی with his hands in his pockets, heading toward the bar, Jeff had no time for people. Something, like a godly string, pulled his head off the pavement and directed his eyes to the window of a وین passing by.
In the window his gaze was met with the blue-eyed stare of his ex-beloved.
And all the feelings rushed back.

They stand on the bridge, staring out into the water reflecting the rays emitted سے طرف کی the setting sun, hand in hand. Jeff turns his head and looks at Chip, who smiles back. They had gotten together here, Chip kissing him out of the blue and waiting for a reaction.
“Those were the days, weren’t they?” Chip mused. Before Nashville, before podcasts, before…before everything
“I want to live them. Not just relive them whenever we get together, live them.”
Chip cocked an eyebrow. “Jeff, what in the world are آپ talking about?”
“Chip Esten, I want to be yours,” Jeff began, slowly dropping to his knees. “And I want آپ to be mine.”
Chip stared with an incredible look of shock on his face. “You know this won’t be easy, right?” He asked, staring in awe at the pretty سونا band Jeff had produced.
“I always did like it hard.”