In Love With an Aven

You push the horrible brother to the side and bend down to help the weaker Aven up. You feel a pain in the back of your skull as the Tall Aven punches you.
“A weak girl for a weak guy.” He scoffs. “I hope your happy together.” He saunters away as you fall to the ground, groaning in pains
“We will be.” The weaker brother whispers as he leans over you and kisses you. Half conscious you try to kiss him back, but all you can do is lay there. It may have tasted like vomit, but it wasn’t a half bad kiss. Maybe we would be happy together.