“You can’t be serious.” “I am.” “You’re crazy.” “So are you.” “I don’t cook.” He laughs. “I do.” I tick off another finger on my hand. “I don’t clean very much.” “There’s a maid for that.” “I leave my makeup all over the counter, and my clothes never make it into the hamper.” “I’ve yet to hear a real negative in all this rambling of yours.”
*swoon*
