“We were always going to end up here, weren’t we?” My voice is barely above a whisper. He shrugs. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way, right?” He smirks knowingly. “Kind of inevitable, wouldn’t you say?” I huff through my nose and look down. “More like doomed.” He flicks my nose. “Buzz kill.” I grip the back of his skull, and pull him toward me, pressing my forehead to his. “Cheesy.” He smiles against my lips. “Grumpy.” “Hopeless,” I breathe into a soft kiss. More. All I want is more more more.
