“You did all this on purpose, didn’t you?” On purpose? “No, I—” I looked around. “I tripped on a grocery bag.” I pointed at it, for evidence, but Charlie didn’t even look. I was still square on top of him, my arm pinned under his side. Charlie closed his eyes. Then he opened them and looked straight into mine. “Or maybe you just wanted to prove that there’s nothing romantic about people falling on top of each other.”
