One Day Fiance

by Lauren Landish

“Pinky promise or your dick is mine. And not in the fun way,” she threatens, “but in the snip, snip, chop, chop way.”

“Hard worker, focused, able to prioritize, creative,” Connor says, rephrasing my self-describing words and turning them on their heads. “I’m not finding the problem.”

“Rule in life. You start shit, expect shit. That’s true for everyone.”

I’ve got walls of concrete, built on a foundation of bedrock, and designed in a labyrinth of a maze, but she’s busting through like a bulldozer, going right for my center. It’s not an ooey-gooey soft place by any means, but the fire there suits Poppy. Instead of being burned by it, she’s acting like the embers of my soul are perfect for making some yummy s’mores.

It’s his way of saying, ‘Let me feed you and take care of you.’ But only with me. To everyone else, that growl is still a warning sign of impending doom.

“A wise man once told me . . . if you’re not at least a little scared of your woman, she’s not the one.”

Naked and making me come is the only time someone can boss me around.

That was hard to say, but I’m glad it’s out there now because the truth is . . . “But I’m not anymore. Empty, I mean. Because of you.”

I watch, falling even more in love with her by the second. I think it’ll always be like that, falling for her again and again every day, my love deeper and bigger than I imagined and still growing.