“It’s because it’s like someone asked me for a list of all the things that would make up my ideal woman and then created you in a lab for me. It’s because you’re funny and smart and sexy and independent and strong and can have any man you want, but you look at me like I’m a Christmas present. Like I’m a kept promise. Like I’m your favorite song.” His voice drops. “It’s because you’re perfect, but you make me feel like I am.”
