Saint’s shoulder moves in a shrug. “Apparently, you’re my thing, Golden Girl.” His words warm my insides, sending my heart into overdrive as it beats wildly. “Am I?” I can barely get them out of my mouth because I’m trembling. He nods. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Lennon. And I’m fucking terrified. Terrified that I’m going to fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to me, terrified that I’ll never be worthy of you no matter how hard I try. But you’re in here.” His fingers curve around my wrist as he lifts my hand and places it on his chest, directly over his heart. “In so fucking deep.” I
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