“This is mental. You are mental,” he said exasperatedly, shaking his head in disbelief at the sight before him.
“You promised you’d help me anyways,” she smirked. There was no way in hell she’d let him out of helping her pack now. Seeing him sweat, muscles bunching in strain as he stacked and carried boxes of her beloved books was only part of the reason she’d coerced him into helping her move.
A huge part, but he didn’t need to know that.