“I quite missed you as well,” I tell her honestly. “It doesn’t count if you have to wait to say it until someone else has already said it.” She’s such a lovely contradiction of strength and sass and sensitivity. “Perhaps not, but ‘twas I who kissed you first upon your return.” “You had to, or your family would’ve thought it was weird.” “And if I kiss you now?” “Then you’re just trying to prove a point.”
It’s like there is no winning with you Peach. I get damage, but this is beyond damage.
