I’m just pulling the bag of chocolate chips from the fridge when the familiar melody of Lover by Taylor Swift reaches my ears, making my head snap in Fitz’s direction. He’s walking over to me with a proud smile on his face, his hand reaching out to me when he gets close enough, and I pause for a moment, staring down at it in confusion. “Dance with me?” He asks, and I feel my heart melt into a puddle at the request.
