"I said I love you," she said. "What, you want me to send you a telegram?"
"Wow," I said.
"You're that surprised, huh?"
"No. Um. It's just -- I was going to say that to you."
"Sure you were," she said, and bit the tip of my nose.
"It's just that I've never said it before," I said. "So I was working up to it."
"You still haven't said it, you know. Don't think I haven't noticed. We girls pick upon these things."
"I love you, Ange Carvelli," I said.
"I love you too, Marcus Yallow."
We kissed and nuzzled and I started to breathe hard and so did she. That's when her mom knocked on the door.