“Remind you of anything?” he’d asked, rolling onto his side and propping his head on his hand. “Of course it does.” I looked at him and grinned. “Do you remember your line?” “I’ve got a better one.” He reached out and slipped his hand into my hair, but this time, instead of come here, what he said was, “I love you. And I never want you to leave. Stay with me.” I’d moved in the following day.
