“You had a crush on me?” “Mmhm,” I said, shifting in his arms. “For a long time, honestly. It’s kinda embarrassing.” “We need to have a discussion about your horrible taste in men,” he grumbled, but I didn’t miss the way it sounded like he was smiling. “I’m not worried about it,” I said, closing my eyes. “Why’s that?” he asked softly, running his fingers along my skin. I burrowed myself deeper in his embrace, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat before whispering, “Because you’re the only one I want,” as I let sleep pull me under.
