The Cuddle Clause

by Roxie Ray

Big, stupid, kiss-me-again-right-now kind of trouble.

“He’s like if a soap opera character and a therapy dog had a baby.

“Promise me you’ll text,” she murmured. “You don’t get to vanish just because you’re emotionally constipated.”

What if I told her the truth and lost her before I even got the chance to love her out loud?

Because I loved her. And no part of me ever wanted to love her with a lie.