Jared and I just likened the deep redness to of our tea to steak blood before he dropped it on the bed. He was trying to save the teacup saucer (which, truth be told, I would have been more upset about breaking) but what was priceless was his facial expression and the words that immediately came out of his mouth. "I am a terrible person and a horrible boyfriend." I stopped laughing ten minutes after. He's shocked. "But you love that bedspread!". Not as much as I love you babe.
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