“You deserve that,” he repeats. “I don’t know what I deserve anymore,” I confess quietly. “For some people, I’m too much.” I swallow. “Others, not enough. I’m the Goldilocks of girlfriends, Jas.” “So, what do you want to be?” he asks. “I want to be someone’s world,” I admit. “Maybe that’s selfish. Maybe it’s impossible. But I’m tired of being second best.” Jasper tilts his head to the side, lifting that single eyebrow. “You deserve to be someone’s everything.”
