“Thinking what?” “That it’s awesome how my job involves making out with my boyfriend in the middle of a potentially haunted cornfield.” Sam rolled his eyes. “You’re so weird sometimes, Annie. You get that, right? You understand that you’re not a normal girl?” “That’s why you love me, right?” His smile was bright enough to make up for the lack of light, and even sappier than mine had been. “Damn straight,” he said, and leaned forward to kiss me.
