“Hey, are you really mad? I can have them put everything back the way it was. I’ll even paint it back myself. I’ll—” I silence him with a hug, surprising us both with the action. He sucks in a breath, leaning away. “Thank you,” I say against his shoulder. “Thank you, Teddy.” His arm wraps around me. “Wait, so you’re not mad at me?” “I was,” I admit. “But I’m not anymore.”
