“I love you so much, it’s kind of scary.”
“I know because I love you too.” He drops his forehead to mine. “He’s lucky I didn’t kill him.”
“I’m not mad about it. Not really.” I smile up at him. “It all kind of brought us together.”
“We were always going to be together, Frostie.”
“But this was quicker. Which is kind of like a box mix,” I tease.
A deep, sexy chuckle rumbles from him and I love the sound.
Sometimes box mix isn’t so bad. It’s really all about the frosting.