The Fiancé Dilemma

by Elena Armas

Your expectations are not impossibly high. Never let anyone make you believe you’re asking for too much.

Normal is what you make of the cards fate hands you.

He shrugged. Casually. Way too much. “Sorry. I really thought I mentioned having excellent selective hearing.”

“You’re wearing your glasses.”

Ok simp

Tell me who’s making the fucking world disappear.

“I should have taken you to that fucking gazebo when I had my chance.”

My eyelids fluttered closed. Oh God. I was— “No. Look at me.”

omg......what are these feelings

I lowered my voice. “If I asked you to meet me somewhere at midnight and bring a big pack of matches with you, what would you do?” Matthew’s answer was quick and serious. “I’d say we better dress in black. Ash stains are a motherfucker to remove.”

“Bided my time.” He swallowed. “Prayed to God.”

“Because with you, I’m unbreakable.”