“Buzzkill.” I sigh. “Then tell me what else you wished for.” “I wanted someone to appreciate my presence rather than destroy it.” I frown, hating how she needs to wish for something like that in the first place. “Why did you wish for that?” “That’s a story for another day.” Fuck another day. I want the story now. “Come on.” “Nope.” “Fine for now. But how do you know the wish came true?” “Because I met you.”
