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His mouth slides into a lazy, flirty smile. “You want flowers, Darcy? I’ll buy you flowers.”
“The probability of me falling for someone is zero. I’m not looking for anything serious.”
famous last words
“She’s not my type,” I lie. “I like tall, dark hair, and curvy.” That’s the type of woman I date, but it’s not my type. My type is Darcy Andersen.
“Don’t settle for anything less than a guy who worships the ground you walk on.” Like me, the voice in my head says, but I ignore it.
Her smile falls, and her features flood with worry. “Please don’t leave.” Damn if my heart doesn’t do whirly loops through my chest at that. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I want Darcy to have whatever she wants. It’s as simple as that.
Spending money on her gave me an expanding sense of masculine pride. Buying her things could become an addiction if I let it.
this would make every ounce of feminism leave my body. too bad NOT my husband’s perspective lol
