Chapter 10

“Now we’re married, Noah.”

“Yes. Angel Ramos-Mann…that’s your name.”

“Except…” Angel looked down at the sand. “I think we have to kiss.”

“We do?” I asked.

“That’s how it works.” Angel leaned in, his eyes still shy, even if the rest of him wasn’t.

“Okay.” I closed mine, because every kiss I’d ever seen had happened with closed eyes. I made a pucker, ready to kiss my groom, and then…

* * * *

“And then?” Troy’s voice yanked me back to 2017.

“Well, sadly, our first kiss would have to wait a few more years. The recess bell rang.”

“Aww.” Troy melted like the icicles hanging off the lid of the dumpster. No one would dare tell me I wasn’t romantic after hearing such lovely similes. “I love that story,” he said, walking to the counter with some empty coffee mugs from one of the tables.

“On the bright side, since we never signed any divorce papers, the way I see it, we’re still legally wed.”