“I know that you only came into my life for Karolina. I’m asking you to stay in it for me. Not because I want your help with Karro. I don’t want your massages or your smoothies or your interior decorating skills either.” He fights a nervous smile. “Okay, so I think you’re trying to be sweet right now, but to me that just sounds like a whole lot of rejection . . .” I chuckle, brushing his cheek with my thumb. “I’m trying to say that you’re enough. Badly, apparently.”
