“If I can’t take you on a date in public, I figured I should do something else.” A lingering hint of nervousness beneath his half-smile endears him to me even more. “Though it took twice as long as it should have because someone kept destroying it.” As if on cue, Biscuit trots into the fort with a stuffed monkey in his mouth. “Thank you.” I swallow, blinking back the moisture pooling behind my eyelids. “This is so sweet. I love it.”
