“I love you too.” I hear him moving around and the faint sound of a dresser drawer opening and closing before I feel him in front of me. He’s kneeling on the ground, his fingers wrapping around my wrists to pull my hands away from my face. I let them fall because I want to see him. “You do?” He’s not even trying to be funny. I can tell he really wants the assurance. “Yes.” I reach up and place a hand on his cheek. He leans into my touch. “Was that not clear when I agreed to be your fake girlfriend?” “Oh, no, it was. I was just hoping to hear you say it again.”
