Ophelia, I’m only here to ruin my father.” My laugh of disbelief is hoarse. He’s here for the same reason as me. His features soften at the sight of me. “Anyway, my shrink says I have to do something for me. Something completely selfish. Something that revolves around what I want.” Gently, he tugs my cardigan aside and plants a kiss on my collarbone. “You’re that for me. You’re not charity, you’re not a sympathy project. You’re not in my room right now because I feel sorry for you, or because I think you couldn’t take down your stalker alone. You’re what I want, my ultimate selfish act, my
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