“Actually, I’m not feeling so great. I… I think I’ll head out.” “Seriously?” His jaw tightens. “I just spent the last hour cooking dinner. You’re really going to leave?” “I…” I press my fingertips against my temple. “I have a migraine.” “You get migraines? You never mentioned that to me.” “Well, I do.” “Because this is the first time you have had a migraine the entire time we’ve been together.”
