“It’s you,” he repeated gruffly, fingers tightening on my waist. “I pick you. Every single time.” “I mean it,” I warned, shaking my head. “I’m a big girl and I knew what I was getting myself into when I kissed you that day outside your house. You have this warped notion that you need to shield me from your life when nothing about your life has come as a surprise to me. I walked into this relationship with my eyes wide open, and guess what; my eyes are still open, and I still want in.” “I still want in, too,” he replied gruffly. “I just…” He blew out a ragged breath. “You mean the world to me,”
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