"He kissed my eyelids, Janya. My eyelids! And my palm. And my forehead. What the fuck does that mean?"
"It means you've activated his inner simp core and now he's ready to submit his soul and have a real wedding with you."
Ephyra groaned and dragged a pillow over her face.
"He told me he wants me. Wants me. Not just friends—like, wants to know me. Wants to care for me. Love me."
She peeked out from under the pillow.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with that, huh?"
"Girl, I don't even know what I had for lunch yesterday, and you're asking me to unpack soulmates? This is too much."
Ephyra flailed an arm in the air dramatically.
"I'm not ready for this, Jania. He said he didn't care if I needed time or didn't tell him stuff or if I was a walking red flag, basically. He just—he still wanted me and I felt awful."
