“You should call me.” “Call you?” I gawk at him. “For what?” “For no reason at all. Or you could text me.” He tilts his head, humor edging in his tone. “Or send an exhilarating picture or two.” “An exhilarating picture?” “Or a boring one. I’m not picky.”
This is the first cute moment I’ve come across. So far, reading this book is a chore.
