“Knock, knock.” “Who’s there?” “Olive.” “Olive who?” “Olive You.” “I think I just threw up some fruit and yogurt in my mouth.” His eyes widen as he pretends to be offended and I smile. “Where are my manners? Come on… — Cassia Leo Copy Share Image
Knock, Knock." "Who's there?" "Olive." "Olive who?" "Olive...ooh. I love you, too," he said, figuring it out. "You can tell me that one anytime you like." He folded her into his arms. — Jean Ferris Copy Share Image
