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September 22 - September 23, 2023
Once upon a time, a mute boy fell in love with an unapologetic murderer.
And that’s how I ended up boxing up a murderer’s breakfast and possibly falling in love, because even though he wasn’t particularly handsome or incredibly charming, he was competent and self-possessed, and if no one ever told you that confidence is sexy, then allow me to be the first: confidence is sexy.
The man spins, immediately spotting and completely disregarding me. I mean, I don’t blame him. I’m not all that memorable, but still. My hopeful, little, romantic heart gives a twinge at being so easily forgotten. Ouch, Future Husband. Ouch.
Looking around at the bodies I hang my head and shake my fist at Fox. If he weren’t the love of my life, I’d be a bit more piqued, but I guess I’m just glad he’s alive.
I mean, I haven’t done anything wrong, except maybe now I’m aiding and abetting, but that’s just how the cookie crumbles when the love of your life is so good at killing people.
The man is—let me just get a napkin for my drool—lithe.
I’m basically his responsibility at this point. I’ll bring joy to his deadly life and he will protect me, and that’s a totally fair exchange.
He stares at me without moving until I get to my feet, then he stands, crowding close, and dips down, kissing the corner of my mouth as he entangles our fingers. “Definitely a keeper,” he murmurs, watching me with covetous eyes.
I’m beginning to think I might have a kink for watching my man work, and if he was a baseball player, that would make sense, but since he’s apparently a Reaper, that’s probably something I should talk to a therapist about.
since we’re going on a date after he kills a man, I want to feel like I look my best.