“You’ve been really busy.” He hesitates and then leans down, using the couch behind my head to hold himself up. “None of them come close to being with you,” he whispers into my ear. I chuckle, even as I blush. “Yeah. Okay. You tell that to every girl.” I’m not stupid. “You know I don’t.” He pulls back enough to show me his eyes, and the sincerity framed within those thick, dark lashes. “You were special. You were different.”
