“The decision was made the moment I met you, though. To stay here. I choose you.” Damn her. Damn this. What the hell was I doing to this girl? What the hell was she doing to me? I pushed past the revolting lack of feeling and hooked my finger beneath her chin, turning her to face me. “I choose you,” I said, and pulled her in for a kiss, feeling the smile against my lips. “And believe me when I say, you’re hard to forget, Miss Vespertine.”
It's weird that he keeps calling her Miss Vespertine, instead of her given name. I'd even take a cringy nickname.
