“Not that I can think of, but I’m sure you’ll tell me what exactly it is.” I look at her pointedly, willing her to try and argue with me. She doesn’t. “That I will. So, why didn’t you tell me you were in love?” I pause mid-cut of the wrapping paper and do my best to fight the smile that wants to spread on my lips. I don’t deny it. “How did you figure it out?”
