“Anietta, there aren’t enough emojis in the world for this lecture. If you’re cold, will you please get your beautiful ass into my apartment and warm up? I’ll make you tea with extra sugars. I’ll wrap you in blankets.” I grin at my knees, teeth chattering, as he goes on, ranting and raving in my ear. “I’ll heat up your taco for you. Hell, I’ll order you ten more, I’ll rent your own private taco chef, but for the love of god, will you please stop lurking on rooftops and come in here where I can take care of—”
