“Love me back,” he whispers. “Please love me back.” I press my face to his neck. “You’re ridiculous,” I whisper. “Of course I love you back.” Andrew’s eyes close, his head going back in relief, before he looks down at me with a smile. “If you really love me, we’ll never speak of the singing episode again.” I grin back. “If you really love me, you’ll do an encore whenever I demand it.”
