“And we agreed that one-night things weren’t our style so we agreed that some actual dates would be fun.” He smiled. “Then we almost broke my dining table making out on it.” His eyes went wide, his jaw slack. “No . . .” I laughed. “Yep. Your bodyweight it could hold. Mine on top of yours, not so much.” His grin matched mine. “We did that?” “Yep. It was old and needed replacing anyway. The legs went on it in the end.”
This is so sad how he can’t remember any of that 😭😭😭😭
