My brows come together, because I know… I know what I want. No, I know what I need. “Give me your phone.” If this is going to work… and fuck me, I knew when I started in on him that I wanted to make it work… Well, Zander needs to see me now, at my worst. He has to understand that the person he wants to be with isn’t a good person—a whole person. And he’ll just have to find a way to want me despite it.
