QUINN
I HAVE made up my mind. Tomorrow, I will tell her what we are going to do next. But for now, we are going to enjoy the night and watch a movie. Rachel likes to snuggle and intertwine our fingers. She plays with our hands while her eyes are glued on the television. I notice every little thing that she does -- like biting her bottom lip when she wants to tell you something but feels embarrassed or that she likes sleeping on the right side of the bed.
"What's the sigh for?" asked Rachel.
"Nothing."
"Spill it," she said.
"I'm just happy you are here. And I am dreading tomorrow because you're leaving me again."
"It's not tomorrow. That tomorrow is already today. It's past midnight."
"Nerd," I said to her.
"Shut up."
"I love you."
"I love you more."
I think that's the first t
