“You hoping to fall, or fly?” I pull away from him and gaze over the edge. His grip tightens on my waist, as if he’s worried a strong gust of wind will blow me over it. “Fly,” I announce. I turn back to him, loving how his eyes twinkle under the moonlight. “Yeah?” “Uh-huh. I’ve already fallen.” I pause for dramatic effect. “Fallen in love with you.” He stills, then shakes his head in disbelief. “Fucking hell, I think that’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said.”
