“Says the man who keeps a Taylor Swift record hidden in the back of the case. Yes, I found it,” I add, smirking. “You’re going to have to work harder to hide your guilty pleasures, now I’m living under the same roof.” “Who’s guilty?” Saint retorts, his dark eyes sparkling with mirth. “You know me, darling. I embrace all my pleasures wholeheartedly. And for the record, folklore is an underrated classic.”
