“Of course. It’s just a little poop. That wouldn’t change the fact that I’m in love with you and want to take you out on a date.” “What? Wait. What? Say that again…” My heart was racing, my mind spinning. “I want to take you out a date?” “No. Before that.” “That it’s just a little poop?” I waved my hands. “No, no. The part after that. The part about—” “Me loving you?” There it was again. The racing heart and the spinning mind. “You’re in love with me?” “With every piece of my soul.”
