“Well…” I say, breaking the awkward silence. “Does that mean you can crochet me a cardigan?” I smile, trying to ease the sudden tension in the air, and Fitz smiles back, making my breath catch. Has he always looked at me this way? “For you, Wendy? Anything.”
PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IM BEGGING 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐
