- Hmmm. Huh? What?
- Earth calling Evie, can you please come down from your cloud? What are you thinking about?
What I am thinking about? His fingers, his smile, his feet, his voice, his eyes, his ears, his hair, his body, his jokes, his thoughts. Him. Him. Him.
I really wish he had turned out to be a male chauvinistic pig instead.
Trying to keep a cool head and take it easy. Trying. Trying. Trying.