He laughs. “I made you feel normal? You do realize I’m pretty far from normal, right?”
“I don’t care,” I say, brushing my lips against his. “I like you too much. Remember?”
I kiss his dimple first, and then I cover his mouth with mine, kissing him, thinking about how perfect he is, maybe not in every way, but in every way I need him to be. And I’m so relieved when he kisses me back. I feel the thoughts that have haunted me for the last four days pop like bubbles, disappearing into the air, one by one.
“I like you too much, too,” he says.
“Still?” I ask.
“Still,” he says with a huge smile on his face. “Way, way too much.”