Her smirk turned shy and she bit down on that plush bottom lip, straight out of every man’s wet dream. "There’s no one else?" she suddenly whispered, her gaze darting away. I grabbed her chin, forcing Monroe to look at me. "How can there be anyone else when you exist in the world?" I told her. I didn’t care that it was cheesy as fuck. This girl made me want to dig my heart out of my chest and give it to her on a silver platter. Beg her to love me. She was mine. And I was hers. And before the night was over…she would believe it.
