“More…meaning—” “Just more.” He pounds the steering wheel with his fist. “I want you to want me to leave my wife. I want you to ask me how my day is going because you care about me. I want you to let me take care of you.” His voice lowers a fraction. “I’m in love with you, Aspen.” I feel many things for Leo, but love will never be one of them. Love is bullshit.
