Valentine’s and Chill by Mia Clark

Cupid has a wicked sense of humor.
A perfect match! That’s what the email said.
Seriously.
Our college matched us up. World’s silliest V-Day experiment.
We both rolled our eyes.
You were too damn perfect and I was the playboy bad boy your mother warned you about.
Then I saw you the second time. At the airport. Arguing over a cancelled flight.
You saw me before the ticket agent could finish saying blizzard.
A perfect match. Remember? Is that why you’re staring, cute lips parted into a delicious little O?
Like you can’t decide whether you want to kiss me or rip my head off?
Let’s have some fun, pretend that stupid survey was 100% accurate.
Flights may be cancelled, baby, but Valentine’s Day has just begun.
You’re MINE.