“Thank you,” I murmured finally. “It is perfect.” I let my hair drop. His fingers slid from my shoulders. “I figured you should have something both beautiful and functional, like you.” He said it so quickly that it almost didn’t register. I whipped my head around to look at him. “Max,” I breathed, touching my heart with exaggerated awe, “you think I’m functional?” A dancing smile glinted in his eyes. “I think,” he said, “that you are breathtakingly functional.”
AHHHHHH
