“You make me happy.” His eyes crinkle before he dips to kiss me. “Not as much as you make me.” “Are you going to fight me on this? I’ll win.” “I will,” he insists. “I’ll out-stubborn your competitive streak every time, sweetheart, because no matter how much you love me, I’ll love you back harder.” “Why are we like this?” I ask through laughing so hard my sides cramp. “Because this is us,” he murmurs before kissing me again.
