law, you being my sister-in-law . . .” “Yeah?” she asked, frowning. “Don’t tell me you have a crush on me.” “Well, of course I do,” he said, though he didn’t and never had, but this was how people connected, he understood, this light flirting and teasing. “But it gets complicated, explaining how we’re linked. Maybe I could . . .” He hesitated. “Maybe I could just call you my sister.”
it mostly aches because i dont think I'll ever have this.
