“Fine,” Ronak grits out. “What are we doing here, Evert?” “I think it should be obvious even to you that we’re riding in a fucking carriage.” “I mean with the cupid.” Evert scoffs. “The cupid? You can’t even say her name all of a sudden?” “You know what I mean.” “Yeah, I do. But apparently you didn’t know what I meant when I said I was serious about being fucking done. I am not going back home to chase some genfin females around. I choose her.” Holy mother of marinara sauce. My poor little invisible heart just fainted.
