Because I’m falling in love with someone who brings me the kind of hot chocolate I like. A man who tells me he’s proud of me and acknowledges my efforts. A man who pulls out his cell phone, shyly asks if he can take a photo with me, and blushes when I say yes. We grin from ear to ear, a chocolate mustache coating Theo’s top lip. A man who sees me, all of me, and still leans close, squeezes my knee twice and whispers, “Stay the night with me?” Yeah. I’m head over heels for this man.
