"Oh, men," Marcie sighed. "More like living in caves." Still, a breath of relief escaped her. She would hate for Much to get hurt because of her actions. She lifted her hand to smooth her thumb around the edge of the bruise.
"Much, I never really thanked you properly. For everything. And I-" She stopped, not quite knowing how to express it in words. So she kissed him instead, her hand on his face, nervously at first but then her body melted in towards his and heart felt like it was going to burst through her chest.
He was so adorable and perfectly unlike anyone she’d dated before. It was that difference that made him so attractive, really, because how could she be reminded of all the shit she’d been through when she had Much winking at her? She was free of Malcolm and his ilk. She wanted someone fresh, and funny, and sweet. And all he had to do was slide his arms around her back and hold her close like she wanted him to.