“We argue a lot,” I say, trying to pop holes in every bubble that’s lifting me higher and higher to the clouds. “You said it yourself, I’m headstrong and contrarian and I’m not sure I can change much of that.” Rylie’s smile is so bright it makes my eyes water. Tears slip down my cheeks, and he lets out a soft chuckle as he brushes them away with his thumbs. “Kitten, I’d rather spend every day getting in a pointless argument with you for sport than be bored and complacent with anyone else.” “I’m also pretty mean,” I say, more adamant this time. I need him to see it all, every flaw. I need him
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