“So are you okay? We’ve hardly had a chance to talk about how things went today.” “Yes. I feel good actually.” “I do too.” I wrapped my arm around him and squeezed him tightly. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For changing your mind. For coming back. For being there with me today.” “Well, how else was I going to win you back? Clearly my biceps were no longer enough. I had to get a little more dramatic.” I giggled. “It worked.” He kissed my head. “I’ll never stop trying to win you, April. I promise.”
