Exasperated, I throw my hands in the air. “Are you kidding me? You’re looking for declarations of love right now? I’m about to chop off your head!”
Still advancing slowly, he says softly, “You are, aren’t you? You’re in love with me. Say it.”
I’m so mad, I start to shake. I’m still crying a little, too, but the tears have taken a back burner and now the rage is in the driver’s seat. Seething, I stare at him.
“You selfish, arrogant, son of a bitch.”
“Guilty. Say it.”
“Would I have agreed to any of this insanity if I wasn’t in love with you?”
His voice drops, becoming deadly soft. He’s still advancing. “Then say it. Tell me. I want to hear the words.”
“And I want to hear you groaning in pain when I smash a hammer onto all your toes, but we can’t always get what we want.”
I whirl arou
