“I’m not good enough for you,” I whisper against her lips. Alarm fills her eyes. “Ryder—” “I don’t know if I’ll ever be. But I want to try.” And I do. I mean that. I know I have my flaws. But I need to level up to be with this woman. She forces me to be better. I want to be better for her. I want to be her hero. Emotion clogs my throat. “Hey,” she says, reaching up to touch my chin. “What’s going on?” “I love you.”
