The Cuddle Clause

by Roxie Ray

If I had to fake-date someone, at least it was someone with excellent arms and a body that looked like it could bench-press my trauma.

“What would you even put in those?” “The ashes of my enemies,”

Roman didn’t make me feel like I had to be smaller or quieter or more together than I was.

Oh. God. He was hot and sparkly. A gay Thor with fashion sense and a flair for dramatics. I was not equipped for this.

He read me in a language no one had ever bothered to learn.

You make my weird feel normal,”

we knew we didn’t want to write a story about fixing broken people. We wanted to write about what happens when you find someone who fits your edges just right.