“And what do you think about me now?” I ask. “I couldn’t hate you if I tried.” He rubs my arm and his smile is full of hope. “I took you to that shitty sports bar, Avery, because I… I don’t want you to go on dates with anyone else. I don’t want you to give your attention to anyone else. I’ve never, ever taken anything for myself, but with you, I want to. I’m greedy. I want more, and I’m going to keep being greedy for as long as you’ll let me.”
