“It’s easier for me to talk to you than it is to write. It’s one of the first things I realized when we first met, both via text and in person. Was easy to talk to you. Easier than it’s been to talk to anyone for months.” I nip at the inside of my cheek, fluttering my lashes. Pride blooms in my chest. “Good.” “Good,” he repeats, his voice a breathy, surprised sound, as if he’s in awe of my simple answer. “Yeah, good. I’m glad we’re on the same page because I could happily talk your ear off every damn day.”
