“Before, I was going to ask you if this was it for us.” He frowns. “What are you fucking talking about?” I don’t back down to the darkness in his features. I cling to every dangerous quality he possesses. “I just thought you’d want to go back to being just friends after what happened with my face.” His confusion turns into a hard glare. “I’m not with you because you’re a fucking model.” “I know.” “Clearly you didn’t.” “I do now.”
