I found Adrian in the kitchen, burning toast and looking lost.
"Since when do you cook?" I teased.
He turned. "Since I started wanting to impress my wife."
I laughed. "You're doing a terrible job."
Then he said it.
"I like you, Claire."
The room went still.
"Not just as my wife. As a person."
My heart stuttered.
"You don't have to say it back," he added quickly.
But I already had.
I kissed him.
That was my answer.