can. If it were up to me we’d skip to the part where we’re madly in love with each other. Go on dates, watch a thunderstorm with a steaming cup of tea, overthrow a reasonably sized kingdom and bend it to our liking, then get a dog,” he mused, swirling his glass. I took a sip of my wine, letting the smooth taste ease down my frozen throat. “You want to run the second to last one by me again?”
