“I always want you where I am. That shouldn’t be a question at this point.” “You never want to be alone?” A line formed in the center of his forehead as his eyebrows pressed inward. “I want to be alone with you.” I snorted a laugh. “That’s not alone.” “If I have the choice between stewing in my own thoughts and spending every waking second with you, it’s going to be you every single time.”
