“No. It wasn’t just the perfect tits. I liked you, even before you were you. I can’t explain it, but I feel like I’ve never truly cared for anyone the way I do for you. Like that part of me was covered in dust and forgotten. I don’t know who I used to be, but I’m pretty sure I was a lonely, miserable asshole.” “And now you’re just an asshole?” She smirks. “Worse. I’m an asshole in love.” She shakes her head. “And I’m in love with an asshole.” “A perfect pair, Princess.” “Ugh, don’t call me that.” “But you’re a princess. Oh, your royal majestyness.”
