Jilted

by Vi Keeland

“So when you were seven, you didn’t give out wedding invitations to everyone you knew so they could come watch you marry the family dog? And the dog didn’t spend the entire ceremony trying to hump your back?”

scowled at Will. “That only happened because this jerk pretended to wish me luck and rubbed peanut butter on the back of my dress. Buddy was obsessed with peanut butter. If someone opened a jar, he’d hump a couch pillow.”

busting chops was our love language.

No, it turned out my trusted fiancé had been pining for his ex the entire time we were together.

“You know what that sounds like to me?” “What?” “A bunch of excuses because you’re a chicken shit.”

Being with you is like having Christmas every day.” “Are you stealing my lines, Cupcake?” I laughed. “I am.” He pressed his lips to mine. “I guess that’s fair, love. Because you’ve stolen my heart.”