“I don’t deserve you,” I say softly, our legs tangled together. His glare could murder a family of geese, but the familiar sight is more than comforting. “Then we’re two undeserving individuals because I sure as hell don’t deserve you, Lily Hale. You help me every day stay sane and sober. I couldn’t live this life alone.” His thumb skims my wet cheeks. “And you know what?” “What?” I whisper. “The world went and fucked itself because the two most undeserving people got more than they deserved.”
