The Unhoneymooners

“Yeah,” he says. “I’m fine with a fling, I guess, but I want to know so I can figure out how to handle it once we’re home.”
“You mean whether or not you’ll tell Dane?” I ask carefully.
“I mean whether I’ll need some time to get over you.”

“Did we just decide something?” he asks.
I squeeze my eyes closed, grinning. “I think so.”
“Good. Because I’m sort of crazy about you.”
Holding my breath, I quietly admit, “I’m crazy about you, too.”