“I’m weird for loving you?” I think he was just as shocked he’d said it as I was. “To love parts of you, I meant.” He put me down. “I meant, to love parts of you.” He blushed slightly as I found a shirt and put it on. I smiled at him like he was a child who had very adorably hidden my car keys. “You weren’t supposed to say that,” I teased him as I put on mascara and got my shoes. “Ignore it please!” He was now waiting by the door for me.
Ignore it?
