Chapter 20

I'm not sure what came over me as I said those words, but that everything she wanted, she would get for today. Because, for the love of all things holy, this is the second chick flick we've watched since she finished her breakfast.

And, as much as I wish to support her on this, I am literally pissed off with all the crying in the movie. I can absolutely not stand these kinds of films. Goddammit! I'm a mafia boss, and here I am, sitting and pretending to be completely enthralled in the film. The only benefit I get from all of this is the ability to get all touchy-feely with her leaning over to me.

To be honest, I haven't been paying any attention to the movies because I've been too preoccupied with watching her. And every time I see her reaction, my pulse quickens. Despite not liking the movie we're watching, I have a sense of contentment in my heart. Being with her warms my heart in the same way that just looking at her does. And what would I be willing to give up to be able to enjoy