“And I love you for the person you are inside. The rest is fun, but we can work around it. We can get creative.” The unknowing way he echoes my original attempt to console myself makes me smile. “Yeah?” I ask him, waggling my eyebrows suggestively. He chuckles. “Yeah.” My tone dips low and flirtatious, and I’m already forgetting my worries. “I’d like to know what sort of creative ideas you have.” “I’m still in the room,” Ted says through some obviously fake coughing, and the moment between me and Ash is broken, though we laugh about it.
