“Don’t worry, little ghost. I’m going to teach you how to spend forever with me.” She blinks up at me with widened eyes filled with bewilderment. “You’re crazy,” she breathes. “About you,” I correct. “I’m crazy about you.” “You barely know me.” “I know you better than you know yourself,” I retort, my stare drifting back down to her pink mouth. “I don’t need to know your favorite color to know that I was the first man to make you feel good in your own body.”
