“I knew you were falling in love with me.” “Jesus,” he huffs before taking a bite of his ice cream cone. I chuckle because that’s better than swooning. “But only because if I did, I’m not sure I’d be able to hold back.” I need a comeback. “Just admit it, Taters.” “Yup, I’m falling madly, deeply, so far in love with you, Oliana, that I can barely breathe when you’re near.” “See . . . I knew it.” I can practically hear his eyes roll.
