“I used to be a cheerleader, you know…” “Oh yeah?” Judah raised his eyebrows, trying to be respectful and not sexual. “How’d you like it?” he inquired. “Hated it, honestly… like all of high school—or anything until you came around…” “I love you, Abbi,” I smile sweetly at him, but he continues. “No, really. I’m in love with you…” “I’m in love with you, too,” I reply, kissing him passionately.
