“What exactly do I deserve? Loving my son’s girlfriend? I don’t deserve anything good.” Grabbing his cheeks, I put his face in direct view of mine. “I’ve told you, Alistair. I don’t belong to Nash. I love him, yes, and I’m here to help him too, but I belong to you just as much as I belong to him.” “Do you hear how fucked up that is?” he says with a laugh, and I kiss him. “I don’t care how fucked up it is,” I mumble against his mouth. “Neither do I.”
