“I don’t want them,” he promises. “I want you. I’ve waited for you for too long to mess this up.” “You’ve waited for me?” I ask, incapable of understanding. We just met. He didn’t even know I existed before a few weeks ago. “I’ve waited for you my whole life, Hailey,” Mike says, and when a silent breath catches in my throat, he waits for me to release it. “Will you give me a shot?”
