“But I can’t be held accountable for your feelings, Rose. If you end up liking me, that’s completely out of my control.” Well, he’s still the douchebag I thought he was. Rose snorts and backs up into my chest. It’s intentional. And I could kiss her for it. Instead, I wrap my arm protectively around her collar, and she clutches onto me. “I’d rather burn,” she tells him.
