“Well, I’ll let you explain to her that you’re hopelessly in love with me.” Holy shit, I’m teasing her about this. Love always felt like one of those untouchable subjects. And here I am, poking fun at Wren. But then again, when don’t Wren and I poke fun at each other? “You said it first,” she mumbles. “Oh my God,” Ally yells in the background. “You said it?” I laugh. “Bye, baby. Text me when you’re here.”
