“I didn’t know you were still interested.” He lets out a soft laugh as he drags his hand through his hair, an act that never fails to disarm me. “Seriously? I only text you a million times a day.” He pauses. “I’m interested, Crys. But you made it clear you just wanted to be friends, so I haven’t brought it up.” “Aside from trying to lure me into a marriage pact,” I remind him. “Believe me, I’d rather date you long before I’m forty. But I’ll take what I can get.”
