“There’s a reason I didn’t bring any spoons,” I warn, slipping my hand between her thighs.
“Good.” She takes off the lid and smears the cool peanut butter swirl over my chest. “We won’t be needing any.”
I take the carton, and we douse each other with the icy contents.
She screams through a laugh, and I cover her mouth with mine.
Marley and I both thought we didn’t deserve love—that it was something reserved for other people. We each believed we were cursed in that arena. It turns out we not only deserve love, but found it with each other. There was no curse, just a rocky course to get to the right person.
Together we’re more than right.
It feels incredible like this, perfect, the way it should be—just Marley and me.