“Me? I’ve literally never met anyone who thinks as much of himself as you do.” That doesn’t offend him at all. In fact, he grins, and I have to look away as I’m mortally wounded by that dimple. “I can see why it might seem that way when you’re as obsessed with me as you are.” My mouth opens. “I am not obsessed with you. I cannot stand you.” As the words leave my mouth, I feel them for the lie they are.
