“I got a soft spot for single parents. It’s tough. But I got this thing—you might know what it is, it’s red and it’s in the center of your chest—and that has more than a soft spot for hot aunts who raise their nephews. You can’t even call it a spot, really.” I choked and felt his chin rest on the top of my head. “How big is this… spot?” “It’s big enough so where I’d do anything for an aunt like that,” he told me. “Anything?” “Anything,” he confirmed.
