Status Updates From Finally His Bride (Montana ...

Loving the "soft serve" banter, Yates

He reached past her, to the bowl of frosting, taking her spatula out, then bringing it back toward them, brushing her hair to the side, sliding the soft, silicon edge along her skin, leaving a thick layer of icing behind.
“What are you –”
His tongue followed the path he just forged with the spatula, licking her skin clean. “Delicious,” he said.

Melanie had heard it said that Hell was other people. She felt it was a little harsh to cast such a wide net over the entire human race. Melanie had an alternate theory: Hell was brides.