“What do you call it when you end up right where you’re supposed to be?” Foster simply replies, “The perfect chemistry.”

“I love you, Evelyn.” Leaning in, he grazes my earlobe with his mouth. “For longer than you might have known.” “Likewise.”He chuckles against my cheek. “That’s all you have to say? Likewise?” “Just shut up and kiss me.” “I was getting there.”

“What do you call it when you end up right where you’re supposed to be?” Foster simply replies, “The perfect chemistry.”