So… I found the God of Death in a basement and now we’re kind of dream-dating.
Not words I ever thought I’d say. Especially since I’ve always run from any mention of life’s end—up until he seduced me on a bed of flowers. But that’s trauma I’m not ready to unpack, so back to the whole dating Death thing.
My flower shop is budding with business—there’s no time for thinking about the past, let alone dating, when you’re elbow-deep in leaf cuttings and sweet-smelling bloom...
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