“Bradley, I—” Finally, he looked up and put on that boyish smile I used to think was so fucking cute, so sweet. I thought it showed a part of him he shared with me and only me. That was bullshit, I’m seeing now. A well-practiced look he used to get his way. He took a step forward, grabbed my chin, and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Come on, Liv. You know I’m no good at that stuff, and you’re so great at it.” “I just—” “This is why I love you,” he said, his voice low, and I melted.
