“I… end word. L…O…” I paused, and then rolled over to face her. She offered me a gentle smile. “Me too,” I told her. She arched an eyebrow, her demeanor changing instantaneously. “You love chocolate? I thought you were allergic.” “That wasn’t what you were going to spell out,” I said. “No,” she agreed, leaning in to kiss me. “It wasn’t.”
