“No take backs. Sorry.” I shrug, looking over at him. “I don’t make the rules, I just follow them.” “I make the rules,” he says, and I laugh. “No. No way. Last time you made the rules, you said we would never be romantically involved. Remember that?” “Meh,” he says, turning to look out the window. “And if you’ll recall, I never actually broke any rules or crossed any lines,” I say reasonably. “That was all you.”
