Resting Scrooge Face

by Meghan Quinn

“What?” she responds. “That’s what you’re going to say to me? What?” No, what I really want to say is how beautiful you are. How I’ve missed staring into your eyes. Or hearing your laugh.

Woop, there goes the self-control.

*Gasp* Plot twist! How the hell did she know about that?

First of all, could the man be any more attractive? You always hope for the people who break your heart to age horribly, but not Caleb Butler.

This is my girl. The one I’ve been waiting for. And sure, it might have taken a few years and some letters delivered by a friend, but we’re here, in each other’s arms, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.