She looks at me with a look of panic. “Vik, it has only been weeks. And I just decided an hour ago to leave my fiancé for you. This is so fast.”
“Well, then can I ask you something?”
She nods.
“When we are apart do you think of me?” She nods.
“When you think of me do you get happy and butterflies in your stomach?” She nods.
“Do you ever think of me and touch yourself?” She buries her face into my side in embarrassment and nods.
“Do you miss me when we are apart?” She nods.
“When you think of the future do you see me?” She stops for a second, looking thoughtful, then nods.
“You don’t think that is love?” She shrugs.
“I have
