“I’m going to fight for you.” My eyes dart up to his. “What?” He looks sure of himself—maybe even smug. “You heard me, baby. I’m going to win you back.” “Why?” I ask stupidly. “Because I’ve been miserable since I let you walk out of my life. What I thought I wanted and what I thought I didn’t deserve were competing with one another. I”—he clears his throat—“want a chance to try.” “Try what?” My head is spinning, and I can’t keep up. “Try to get you to love me again.”
