Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend
The fairy lights reflected in his dark eyes, making them look like galaxies.
"Because you're the variable," Cale said softly.
"I'm not a math problem, Cale."
"Everything is a math problem. Gravity. Time. Love."
"Love is not math. Love is... chemical. Hormonal. Irrational."
"It's a probability," Cale insisted. "The probability of two particles colliding in a void and sticking together. It's rare. It's statistically impossible."
"And we collided?"
"We crashed," Cale said.
Elion stared at him. "You make it sound like a disaster."