“Do you have any other secrets I should know about?” I ask him. “Well…” he trails off. I narrow my eyes. “I like the marshmallows in lucky charms best. I don’t know why anyone would like just the cereal, it tastes like cardboard.” I laugh, dropping my forehead against his chest. I knew there was no way the marshmallows weren’t his favorite. “Of all things, why did you lie about that?” “To make you think we were perfect for each other, of course,” he jokes.