“Can I call you sweetheart now? Or are you still too mad at me?” I shrugged. “Give it a try, and see what happens.” “I’m okay, sweetheart.” He was okay. We were okay. If there was a shred of anger left, it faded away. I tilted my chin up, staring into his beautiful eyes. Then I rose up on my toes for a kiss. “Let’s go home.”
