“I’ve fancied you forever. Since I started at the magazine, but you wouldn’t give me the time of day. Now this happens and…” He exhales loudly. “Jesus.” I beam at this, his words sending delight thrumming through me. “That’s not true, don’t lie,” I say, my cheeks starting to ache from smiling. “Anna, did you not notice I was constantly inventing reasons to talk to you? I asked you out to dinner twice; both times you shot me down. I was convinced you hated me.”
