““Pidge, how many times do I have to say it?” he frowned. I shook my head at his impatient tone. “I don’t understand it, though. You didn’t need me there before.” His fingers lightly grazed my cheek. “I didn’t know you before. When you’re not there, I can’t concentrate. I’m wondering where you are, what you’re doing…if you’re there and I can see you, I can focus. I know it’s crazy, but that’s how it is.” “And crazy is exactly the way I like it,” I smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips.””
