Fate

“I don’t eat to live, I live to eat,” was a favourite phrase of hers.

Tommy grinned back, rubbing his nose against hers before kissing her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth and flicking it against her own.

“You’re such a little weirdo, you know that right?”

“Yeah, but you like me,” Kat grinned.

“Mmhmm, enough to even make sure that if only one of us could fit on a floating door in the freezing cold ocean, I’d give you the space,”