Mathias leaned over and kissed my cheek. “You smell good, and you have great skin and you’re smart and you make me laugh. Why can’t I love you?” I blinked. “I mean, I love you but I’m not in love with you.” He took a deep swig of wine and wiped his mouth with a grimace. “I sound like a character in a cheesy romantic comedy.” “We’d be adorable. We could call ourselves Percias.” Mathias’s nose crinkled. “Sounds like a foot disease.” “I love you, too.”
