“How long have you been planning to ask me . . . since when?”
His eyes were smiling. “Remember when we were in the Under 10s at that rugby carnival and you smashed me over the sideline to win the game?”
I laughed. “Liar. You have not planned it since then. You hated me for that.”
He chuckled. “Okay, so maybe it was that night when you shoved me into the bathroom stall.”
I snorted. “You hated me for that too.”
He sighed happily. “I don’t hate you anymore,”