“I’ve been thinking about that for a long time,” he says. “You only met me two weeks ago.” Leo laughs and kisses my shoulder. “You really aren’t very romantic, are you?” “I might be an overthinker.” “I’ll fix you,” he says, and I turn around to face him. He’s joking, but I love the idea of being on the other side of the fixing equation. I love the idea that he thinks I’m worth the trouble. I love that buried deep in that sentence is a hint of the future tense.
