"You're so funny right now. I love you--I love your style." He says to me.
I interrupt him and change the subject cause he looks embarassed by what he accidentally said.
Then he grabs me all cute and shit and just holds me for a while. We don't talk. Just lay there in eachother's arms. He kisses me everywhere and holds me tighter; it's almost as if he's trying to figure out if he actually does love me.