"I love you." "Why?" I ask, eyes drifting closed already. "Because I can't picture a life without you," he whispers so low I barely catch it. "I don't want to." I smile as much as I can with how sleepy I am. He didn't even rehearse that one. His lips graze my forehead. "Why do you love me?" "Because you say things like that." "Wow. My answer was so much better than yours."