Something Like Fate

by Amy Lea

I’d been there for the surprise, releasing the balloons and hitting Play on their “song” (Ed Sheeran, which surprised me since Teller once told me he didn’t trust his face).

Same tel same. Guy looks sus

“Wow.” His eyes slide down my body, slow, like he’s taking it all in. As they go lower, I catch the smallest upward curve of his lips. “Why are you smiling?” His eyes flick back to mine, and the blood rushes through me, pounding through my ears. “Because you’re perfect. Even more perfect than I already thought,” he whispers, lips catching mine again.

My whole life I’ve thought with my head, and you . . . you make me think with my heart.”

“I knew there was something between you two,” Posie says when Caleb excuses himself to the bathroom. “You really seem to like each other.” She’s not wrong. I can picture my life with him, or some version of it. We’d always be on some wild adventure, exploring parts of the world we’ve only ever dreamed of visiting. Working odd jobs to make sure we had enough money to cover our expenses. We wouldn’t have much, but I would be happy.

Okay cut the shit lo

Maybe epic love is when there’s no one else in the world you’d rather have a million mundane Tuesdays with.

Your sunshine is the closest thing to magic I’ve ever experienced. You’ve completely ruined me for anyone else.”