Otherworldly

by F.T. Lukens

Knox rested his chin on the cushion. “I make your heart race?” Ellery paused in the straightening of their sheets and blankets, and their blush deepened. “No.” “Pity.” “Good night, Knox.” He grinned. “Night, Ellery.”

“But before I loved her, I thought she was really hot. And I was a mess about it. And then I got to know her and was like, ‘Wow, she’s really hot and really fucking weird.’ ”

And for the record, out of all the humans that I encountered in my trips to and from the diner, you were the one I noticed the most.” He smiled softly.

“There are several different types of love, kid. Even if your love for Knox differs from my love for him, it doesn’t make mine any less valid.”

Some people chose to believe in the supernatural. That was what Ellery’s parents had chosen. But for Ellery, they’d put their faith in the people who loved them.