“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.”
Doing It for Love - Cassie Mae

― Cassie Mae, Doing It for Love