“I’ll be heartbroken if you don’t like me,” he adds as he drops to a crouch in front of me. Coming to eye level does nothing but increase the intimacy of this conversation. I roll my eyes. “I thought you wanted me to accept your apology. Now I have to like you too?” He shrugs, a playful grin making his dimples pop. “They’re basically the same thing.” I snort. This man. “They are not the same thing.” The tip of his tongue darts over his bottom lip, and my eyes follow raptly. “Agree to disagree.”
