Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mars took one look at her face and instantly figured it out.

"I'd love to see which moron thinks they can steal my girl!" he growled, storming downstairs in a huff.

Milka scrambled after him.

When they reached the car, Mars yanked open the passenger door and jabbed a finger at the bouquet. “You really let this ugly thing ride shotgun? Get it out of my car. I don't want this mess polluting my ride!"

Milka hurried over, caught off guard by the whole mix-up. She looked at Mars, sheepish, as if she'd just been caught cheating. “I don't even know who sent it. I thought it was you."

"My eyes aren't that bad. Like I'd ever pick something this hideous. If you won't toss it, I will." Mars grabbed the flowers and dumped them in the nearest trash can.

“Milka, if I ever find out who's trying to cut in on me, they're in for it,” Mars warned.

Milka just shrugged, unfazed. "...Okay. I'm starving~"

Mars slammed the car door-he had a temper, no doubt. But as soon as he was at her side, he softened, gently taking her wrist. "Come on, let's go eat.”

lip, hiding a smile as he

bouquet of roses he'd bought was front and center on the table. Passersby kept sneaking glances;

driving home from work, eyeing the flower shops and people on the street,

someone to bring flowers to. But what

in thought,

the Cedillo

at a picture book in

finger on a drawing,

"But what kind

"Little bird~" Henry repeated.

kiddo. What's this one called?" Henry always had a knack for pushing his mom's

answer.

snappy woo-woo..." Another swat landed on his backside. Sniffling, he finally

the sky so lovers can meet. If you can't even say their name, how are they going to help you find a girlfriend

magpie~" Henry