“If anything bothers me, it’s that you don’t feel quite the same way.” His grin falls slightly, but his eyes still dance as he looks at me once he’s rolled to a stop at a red light. “I cry myself to sleep every night that you don’t break into my room through my unlocked window because you can’t get enough of me. Every morning I wake up and you haven’t kidnapped me back to your apartment leaves another mark on my fragile heart.”
