And I don’t have a clue why you’re still here.” His hands slid up to his forehead, revealing his eyes. “You don’t?” I shook my head, which had just begun to throb. With a look of utter exasperation, he sat up. “Because I love you, you stupid fuck. And I always have. It’s not always so convenient, loving you. But when you climb out of that thick blond head of yours for a few minutes, you’re a hell of a lot of fun. And you’re loyal, too, in that tortured way of yours.”
