But if we were meant to be, which I knew we were…wouldn’t it be my lucky day. With every step back to the bedroom, I felt more sure, like I was shedding the weight of trying to be the good guy all the time. I’d be that good guy eventually. I’d make all her dreams—whatever they were—come true. But in order to have the chance to be the good guy…I was going to have to be the villain first.
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