Jellyfish

“Soon she comes back into focus. The flicker in her eyes, the most angelic smile, pure tenderness and joy in her expression as she gazes up at me. I'm toast. I've lost all words except for one.
Love.
I ache to say it as water rains around us, creating the most surreal shield. Nothing and no one can penetrate this bubble we've created for ourselves.
But before I can utter a word, she places her hands on my shoulders and pulls me down to her mouth. Another slow, long, teasing kiss. It goes on for more seconds than I can count, until all I can hear is the thud of my heartbeat in my ears and the sound of our pants. And then I decide that this is a perfect moment on its own, these seconds where there are zero words exchanged between us, where it's just our bodies expressing what we feel for each other.”
― Sarah Echavarre Smith, The Boy With the Bookstore

“but I like this a lot.” “This?” “This thing.” I begin to screw in the back plate of the microwave. “Where we chat without throwing chairs at each other and you offhandedly ask for the last names of dudes who are mean to me with the obvious idea of committing unsanctioned acts of vigilante justice against them.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Under One Roof