“You did all of this,” she motioned to his tattoos, “and this, and gods knows what else. You stalked me, you watched me sleep, which in retrospect is really fucking weird, but it’s also sweet, and what have I done?” She held her hands up with a shrug and dropped them helplessly. “I’ve done nothing but stand here and cry on the beautiful porch of the beautiful house you had built for me.” Silence stretched between them like a gaping canyon, separating them. Pointing out their one-sided relationship wasn’t her best idea. What if she lost him? “I’ll do better,” she swore. “I’ll play strategy
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