“Go.” She swats at my arm, and I can’t help but laugh. “You’re distracting me from my reading.” “I’m going to get dressed extra slow just so you can finish that chapter.” “A man after my own heart.” She winks, and I rub a hand over my chest. It feels more and more like my heart isn’t even my own anymore. It’s hers, and I think it’s always going to be hers.
