He counted the reasons why on his fingers, leaning there against the car, the other arm around my waist:

You’re gorgeous.

You’re smart.

You’re sweet.

You’re ambitious.

You’re funny.

You put up with my jokes.

And you only like me for my biceps.”

(It was actually his humor that got me.)

((But the biceps didn’t hurt?))

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