Even when I was dizzy with vodka, that smile never failed to make my heart speed up.

I nodded. "Yup. What I did was tantamount to treason in their eyes." "I don't know what 'tantamount' means, but it sounds pretty serious.

I just told you to be quiet. That's one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich.

And besides . . . I don’t want to leave you. Er, you guys.” He smiled, and it lit up his whole face. “Well, ‘we’ are certainly happy to hear that. Oh, and I’m also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while you’re in St. Louis.” I grinned back.

This is very domestic of you," he said. "It's kinda hot, really. Giving me all sorts of fantasies about you in an apron vacuuming my house.

Since...since when?" I finally managed to ask. "Since...forever." His tone implied the answer was obvious.

My mom beat me up," I informed my reflection. It looked back sympathetically.