“I fucking love you, Riley Clarke,” I tell her. Her mouth drops open. “You do?” she manages to say, her voice a whisper.
See I always thought it was bad that the first time my husband and I exchanged I love you’s was in the back of my Volkswagen…but these two blew us out of the water. Doing it in front of the HR guy that is there to fire you for sexual misconduct is wicked
