Just like a Fae bomb dropping on my head and exploding my brain into a million pieces, it hit me that I loved her. I was in love with her. The L word I’d never had any use for was now stamped to the inside of my skull with her name scrawled beneath it beside a picture of a tiny dick with a smiley face and a wavey hand. It was my happy place. Rosalie now dominated it over the tiny dick smiler I usually turned to when I needed to raise my spirits. But I didn’t need that friendly dick anymore, I had something much, much better than him. I had love.
L O V E
