She beams. “Hey, I have a hypothetical question for you.” “O-kay.” One corner of my mouth lifts as she gives me a playful smirk. Damn I missed her this weekend. Even tonight, being near her but not touching her or catching every word she said. “What would you say if I suggested we spend the next week hanging out every possible second?” “I’d say, ‘Prepare to be sick of me, Red. I’m not letting you leave my sight for the next six days.’”
