“I think I’m in danger of…liking you? Like, a lot. You were supposed to be a monster. A manipulative, demonic creature.” Soren laughed. “Is that what you told yourself I was?” “For a while there, yes.” Soren looked up, catching Gabe’s eye. “I’m not a good person though. You know that, right? I’m selfish. Vain. Petty.” Gabe smirked down at him. “You’re the one who just told me nobody’s perfect. And you’re good to me. And to Roman. Danny. Jay, even. You’re not as bad as you think.” “Idiot,” Soren grumbled. “Your idiot,” Gabe answered, holding him close.
