I brush at the tears running down my face as I laugh. “That’s so creepy. It’s so much worse than I thought.” “I know, right?” he asks. “But…imagine how much more of our money you could blow on shoes if you lived here instead of your apartment.” “Our money?” He rests his hands on my hips. “I have waited for you, Gemma Charles, for two years. Every day of two fucking years. You don’t really think I’m letting you go after all that?” I smile like a pre-teen who just got asked out for the first time. It’s so goofy I want to hide my face from him, but I don’t. I just go up on my toes and press a
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