Sweet as Sin

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We agreed not to tell anyone about our engagement until an appropriate amount of time after Avery’s funeral had passed. However, our opinions varied greatly about the correct definition of how long was appropriate. Nico thought a few days or weeks. I thought a few months, maybe even a year. For the time being, we agreed to disagree.

I was having a hard time processing everything. Part of me was convinced I was lying in a coma somewhere, dreaming up the whole thing. Another part of me was blissfully happy.

And another part, a darker part, was terrified. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I knew fairy tales were just that: tales. Made-up stories. How could I—Kat Reid, regular girl, sometime fuckup and full-time cynic—be in love with, and engaged to, the force of nature that was Ni