Love at First Fight

by Carrie Aarons

I wonder if she has freckles on the skin I can’t see, and whether or not her belly button dips in the way I’ve dreamed it does.

I sound like a sap, but the way Molly speaks about this book has me sitting up a little taller on my towel.

There is something about New York City in the summer.

Inside is a tiny gold wave charm, so delicate and beautiful that it brings a tear to my eye. “I see you wear that apple necklace all the time, and I thought maybe you’d want to add to it. Remember your summer here.”

But with Smith, it just feels right.

Anyone who has met the human who feels like the other half of their soul understands. That’s what Molly is for me.

I didn’t need to come up with reasons why I wasn’t available; I was simply not available because he didn’t deserve to be in a relationship with me.

Be with me. Love with me. Jesus, fight with me. Fight for me. Nothing else matters.”

This feels more whirlwind though, exactly the way it should feel when you’re madly in love in New York City and making decisions on a whim with the man who holds your heart.

“Promise me you’ll brave the crowds at the Bryant Park winter village. I love skating on that ice rink.” She snuggles back into me. “Only for you.” I chuckle.