“I know I’ve fucked up.” His fingers knead into my waist as he nods, his jaw flexing. “I have. I can’t make excuses. You’re different—everything feels different. With other girls, I’ve never worried about what they think of me, what they need, or what they want. I was a selfish bastard because it scares the hell out of me to let someone in. But, with you, it matters. Everything matters. My mom ruined my dad. They’ve been divorced for fifteen years, and he’s still in love with her. Five failed marriages later, and he doesn’t give a shit because he’s only loved one person, and these weddings are
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