“I forgive you.” His eyes widen slightly at that. “But I’m also going to make you work for it,” I tack on for good measure. His eyes are so serious when he says, “You better.” Blowing out a weary breath, I lean into him. “I think we might love each other.” He pulls me into his chest and chuckles softly, planting a kiss on my forehead. “I think you might be right.”
