“We had to get to know each other, right? That was the whole fucking point of moving in together.” “And?” Sarah asks. “And what?” “Do you know each other?” She throws her arms up, apparently exasperated. “Yes.” “And?” “And what?” I snap, crossing my arms in front of my chest tightly. “Is he a good guy?” “Yes, obviously.” “And?” “Oh my god, what now?” “Do you feel safe with him?” “Yes.” “So?” “So what?” I yell. “Are you in love with him?” “Yes!” Wait, what?
