“What the fuck do you want with me? What is your endgame? You…you expect me to fall in love with you or something?” His distractingly pretty blue eyes darken. His hands are still up by his head, but he relaxes his stance like I don’t have a gun pointed at his fucking forehead right now. “Yes, I want you to love me. I want…no, I need to be your everything.” I laugh sarcastically, because how could I love someone like him? “Why am I so important to you?” “Because you saved my life.” I scoff. “You know, you always say that, but you’ve never actually told me what that fucking means!”
