“No, but you never do, even when you are uncertain. When you told me you liked me, you just came right out and said it.”
“I know for a fact you were, Francis. You were really nervous. You wouldn’t even look me in the eye.”
"Is it so wrong for me to want to hear that my husband liked me enough to be nervous when he confessed to me?"
She laughed slightly, blowing into her hands to keep them warm. "Do you remember what happened immediately after you told me you liked me? Do you remember what I did?"