“Yeah, but you still care about me.” Shaking my head, I try my hardest not to laugh. “I’m going to bed.” “Say it.” “Not saying it.” “Well clearly, words of affirmation are not your love language.” I turn around to face her, continuing to walk backwards to my bedroom. “None of this has to do with love.” “Ryan Shay cares about me!” Hands on her hips, she circles them, continuing to dance in my kitchen.
