She told me to sit down and make a list of all of my deal breakers for a relationship with you. So I tried, and I couldn’t come up with any.” “What do you mean?” “There’s nothing I wouldn’t endure to be with you. Because”—he clears his throat—“you told me in the champagne room that my lips feel like home.” I blush a little at my heat-of-the-moment declaration of affection. I meant it, though. “Well, your heart feels like home to me.
