Men like Ash don’t come around every day, and goddammit that kid wants you. You, Lexie. You.” “But you don’t think I’m deserving, do you?” I ask, a lump forming in my throat. “Look at me,” he orders. Slowly, I turn to face him, tears streaming down my face. His scary features soften to a not-so-scary status. “Don’t put words in my mouth, hun. The only person who really needs to answer that question is you. Do you think you’re deserving?” “No,” I tell him honestly.
