“I’m going to kill you in your sleep. I’m going to sneak in through a window in the middle of the night, find something pointy and lethal in this antiseptic glass box you call a home, and plunge it straight into your chest, over and over, until you’re so dead, you’ll never remember you were ever alive.” “Really?” “Yes!” “Hmm. Sounds serious.” He’s laughing at me, which makes me even more incensed. “It is!” “You know what else is serious? This.” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me.
