“Oh, shut up. Oh my God, his photos on Instagram are so cute. His nieces! He accepted you, by the way. Cassie, if you fuck this up, I’m taking him for myself.” The woods tumble before I can filter them. “No way, he’s mine.” An eyebrow raises, but she doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t have to. I showed my hand. “Fuck, what am I doing?” My head falls back to the couch with a soft squish, but I wish it were a brick wall.
