“Nothing,” he says, but this time he lets a little laugh escape.
“That’s not nothing. Tell me!”
“I was just thinking . . .”
“Yeah?”
“It’s a good thing you’re dating an oncologist.” Then he lets the roar of laughter out. I love that he can’t help but laugh at his own jokes before he shares them out loud.
I smack his abs playfully. “That’s not funny, Rory,” I say, but I’m also laughing.
“Yeah, it is,” he says and plants a sweet little kiss on my forehead.
“You really do laugh at anything,” I say with a roll of my eyes.
“What else is there?”