“You’re in love with me?”
Jonas rubbed Francesca’s shoulder softly as she remained close beside him.
“Yes,” she sounded sharp and overly defensive, “is that a problem?”
She sat up and reached for her shorts to put them back on so that she had something else to focus on.
“Of course it isn’t a problem.”
“Well, you’re making it sound like one.”
“It is not a problem. I’m happy to hear you say that you love me. I have wanted to hear you say that for a long time.”
“To hear me say that…”
Jonas sat up, looking for where his own clothing had ended up.
“Did you expect more of a fanfare? I didn’t think you would want me to make a big deal about it. You aren't usually like that.”
He began to get dressed again, ignoring the acidic look that Francesca was giving him.
“Well, I suppose you’re
