“And what the hell are you going to do with that?” “Dunno. Might ask you to marry me for real. Might move you into my apartment so I can see you every morning. Might love you until you’re so sick of me, you’ll be fucking begging for me to leave you alone. And you know I like it when you beg.” He opens the penalty box and sets me on the bench. He crouches in front of me and grins. “Want to stick around to find out?”
