Page 59 of Transformed Tail
He held me tighter and chuckled. “Deal. I promise I’ll try not to… but only if you promise never to flounder on me.”
“Ezra…” I looked up at him as he wiggled his eyebrows.
“What? Too much?”
“Way too much–I thought that was my part. I’m the one who’s too much.”
“Hmm, I don’t remember. Maybe you can show me.”
I laughed and kissed him anyway, grateful that he loved me no matter if I was a crazy mermaid-turned-human who swam against the current, who looked at the world with big eyes and a curious heart, and who wore her heart on her sleeve… because I most certainly had sleeves now.
As our kiss deepened into something more, I smiled at what had become of us–a mermaid and a frog. This was no longer the end of a fairy tale, but the start of something far better–a life no longer displaced. It was a life that was finally fully our own… and no one had to croak or grow a tail ever again.
THE END.
