“Wow, you taste delicious. You should know . . . I think I’m in love with you, Aleeza.” “That’s what you wrote on the watercolor octopus,” I say. His lips are still on my neck. He chuckles. “So I did. It’s true.” “How can you be in love with someone you’ve never met?” “We have met. Many, many times.” He kisses my lips again, like he can’t stop. “Just so you know,” I say when he pulls away, “I’m definitely in love with you. I’m so glad you caught up with me.” “Me too.” He kisses me again.
