Breaking the Rules (The Dating Playbook #2)

by Mariah Dietz

“I need you. I need you to stay here and have some fucking self-preservation. I need you in ways I’ve never needed anyone—in ways that scare the shit out of me. I need you because I don’t feel like myself without you.”

I take a drink of my water, wishing it was a straight shot of Patron because sometimes being around her makes me notice too much. Care too much. Feel too much.

“When are you going to realize that you’re the only one I see?”

“I’m in this. I’m all in, and I know if I’d told you how I felt after your accident, this would be easier, but I want this. I want you and me and us. And I’ll pull your weight and mine until you’re ready.”

I don’t want things to move too fast or talk to Pax until we know what we’re doing.” “Dating,” I tell her. “That’s what we’re doing. You’re my girlfriend and I’m your boyfriend, and we’re not going to dance around shit anymore or try to avoid the obvious which is that we want to be together.”