““I love you,” I sighed, unable to keep the smile from my face, leaning back and looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “I really do.” “I know,” he grunted, very pleased with himself. “You can’t live without me. I’m like cheese.” It took a second to process his comment. “I’m sorry, cheese?” “Sure. Air’s overrated. Try living without cheese.” The man was insane, which, it turned out, was just perfect for me.””
