“True, it’s very possible. I don’t think you’re crazy, I believe you. And I love you. I’m glad you told me,” she nodded. “I don’t want us to have any secrets.”
“I’m glad you don’t think I’m crazy,” He pulled he closer and kissed her cheek. “I love you.”
“I’m going across the hall to change, hurry up,” He threw his bag over his shoulder, then grabbed a pair of boots out of...
“Well I don’t. But fine. Leave me to change”