Firewhiskey and Conversation
VII – Happily Ever After?
He drank the vial, blinked twice, then blanched.
"I didn't –"
"You did."
"Shit. Why haven't you slapped me yet?"
"Wait, what do you think you did?"
He mumbled something.
"Pardon me?"
"Professed my undying love for you."
"Didn't specify undying…"
"Shit."
"Don't make me wash your mouth out."
She smiled then kissed him on the lips. He froze, then wrapped his arms around her. When they came up for air…
"I suppose this means you… feel similarly?"
"Most definitely."
"Right then –"
She pounced on him mid-sentence, and that was the end of that conversation.
And they lived stubbornly ever after.