No Regrets

"Are you you mad? What the hell am I suppose to do for you to set me down? "Say something." "Like what?!" "You know what," at this point we were already downstairs. I thought for a bit. Does he want me to say that I love him? "What? Okay, I love you? You're the best? What? Most handsome guy ever? C'mon!" "Hn," he was...