“Yeah. We’re just a typical romance,” she deadpans, but her lips lift in a small smile. “Horror romance. That’s a genre, right?” I ask, smiling when she laughs. She spins, turning to walk backwards as she faces me. “You want me to be honest?” she asks, biting her lip. I grab her waist, loving the way she laughs when I lift her. “Yes,” I say, nipping her chin before kissing it.
