“You’re an idiot.” Paul huffs and shakes his head. Once we get out of the building, he lets go of me, and we walk normally toward the dining hall. “Well, you’re the one who loves me, so what does that say about you?” I pinch his cheek, and he jabs his fingers into my armpit, making me scream. “Asshole.” Paul chuckles but grabs my arm and wraps it around his shoulders. I try to hide my smile but fail miserably since he mutters, “Shut up.”
