“Definitely do, but we should save them for later.”
“I’ll be sure to start a naughty ideas list.”
“Excellent.” I kiss her again, so long and hard that we’re both panting after. “You steal my breath too. Literally and figuratively,” I tell her. “I love you, Ellis, my cursed soulmate.”
“Cursed or blessed?”
That’s a very good question, and I’m glad she put it that way. I’m going to have to petition Granny to change the name of whatever she did, but I think, at this point, my brother and cousins would still call their objects cursed.
“Blessed,” I say with total conviction and the biggest, dopiest smile. “Definitely blessed.”