“Sometimes I think he might like his wife more than me, so he can just deal with it.” Chuckling, I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. “You’re my best friend too, Zee. Which is a huge development because just six months ago, I convinced myself I hated you.” “You never hated me.” He brushes me off. “I wanted to.” “Why?” Why? Because hating you was a whole lot less scary than acknowledging that one day, I was going to love you.
