Great. Just wonderful. The one time I decide to engage in voluntary physical activity and my body gives up on me. In an instant, all the humor falls away from Caz’s face, replaced by concern. “You evidently can’t.” “I’m just tired from the running, that’s all. I’ll be okay soon.” He casts me a long, doubtful look. Then: “Let me carry you,” he says simply.
can yall hear me swooning
