“I told you it wasn’t a date.” “And I told you I don’t share. Not when it comes to you.” Josh’s eyes burned into mine. “I don’t give a fuck if he’s a multi-millionaire and plastered on every magazine in the world. He could be the King of fucking England, but he’ll never give you what I’m willing to give you.” The goosebumps multiplied. “What’s that?” “Everything.”
