““I tear my lips away from hers and fling her over my shoulder. “Hey!” she protests, kicking her feet and slapping me on the back. “You can’t just pick me up like I’m a sack of potatoes! I am not a potato!” I laugh, and Lord, am I in love with this woman. “You’re not a potato,” I confirm as I walk in the direction of the cabin. “But if you were, you’d be the most delicious potato in the world.” “I can’t fucking talk to you. You’re just all the way crazy in the head,” she spits out.””
