“I don’t ever want to be invisible.” I take his hand. “I always want to be seen with you.” Sudden nerves join the thrill, or maybe thrilling things are naturally nerve-wracking. “I just hope people don’t one-star bomb it.” He laughs and pulls me closer to his chest. “If they do, they don’t have our great taste. We’ve got the palates of angels.” “Divine,” I nod. “Unearthly.” “Humans will know us,” I let this sink in. “As they should.” He clutches my cheek, a radiant grin in his eyes. “Who wouldn’t love a Lunnelly?”
