“And look, I might be biased,” he continued. “But my advice is just forget about Noah. He’s clearly got some issues, but he’s not your problem anymore. I’m your problem.” He leaned in close to whisper the final words in my ear, and I laughed at the tickle of his breath on my neck. “You’re not a problem,” I whispered back. “In fact, I think you might be the solution.”
I lovee :)
