“Are you gonna answer the question?” “I knew you would be like this,” she says, now looking nothing short of radiant. She gives our intertwined hands a little shake. “I had a theory that you were prickly on the outside, but if I managed to get through all that, you’d be the kind of guy who never let go. Following me around the kitchen with your arms wrapped around me from behind—or keeping my hand in yours even though you’d be more efficient without it.”
