He nods. “Yep. I already picked out a new conspiracy podcast episode for us to listen to. Tales of the Cryptids.” If my heart wasn’t already beating a hundred miles an hour, the way he waggles his eyebrows suggestively, paired with the panty-melting grin, would send it into overdrive. He picked out a podcast for us to listen to? I am not okay. This is the kind of thing you see in those cute TikToks about adorable couples.
