“I love coming here,” she whispers. I raise an eyebrow at her. “And?” Letting out a chuckle, she snuggles into me. “I love you, my heart.” “Hmm…” the sound rumbles from me. “Not half as much as I love you.” “Ohhhh, I’m dead sure I love you a million times more,” she argues. “Let’s agree to disagree.”
