The Five Love Languages

He inhaled slowly, steeling himself and glad they were alone in the office. “Fine. You’re right.”

She didn’t blink. “Say it all.”

He carded a hand through his hair. This fucking witch. Why was he trying to date her again? He met her eyes, his frustration fueling his confidence, and instantly remembered all the reasons.

He leaned back in his chair, hands flat on his desk. “You were right that I’m reading a Muggle book about the language of love—“

“Love Languages,” she corrected.

“—Love Languages,” he repeated. “In order to…” He clenched his jaw and she raised an eyebrow, expectant.

“In order to take you on a date.”