“You don’t have to talk about it,” he told me. I nodded, grateful. “But don’t get mad at me for hanging around, okay?” Jacob patted the back of my hand. “Because I’m not giving up. I’ve got loads of time.” I sighed. “You shouldn’t waste it on me,” I said, though I wanted him to. Especially if he was willing to accept me the way I was—damaged goods, as is. “It’s what I want to do, as long as you still like to be with me.”
