“Will you let me know when you get your superpower?” He nods, and his fingers slide across the base o my neck. I love that he touches me so much more. “I have to warn you though, I may not have one.” “That’s okay,” I say. “Sometimes I like the idea of just being mortal with you.”

“Will you let me know when you get your superpower?” He nods, and his fingers slide across the base o my neck. I love that he touches me so much more. “I have to warn you though, I may not have one.” “That’s okay,” I say. “Sometimes I like the idea of just being mortal with you.”

— Krista Ritchie