“Jeez, what an ugly bookshelf,” Tayce mutters, following my gaze. Rory comes up beside me. “Are they the For Dummies books? Looks like the whole collection? I can’t imagine Rafe reading those.” “He doesn’t,” I whisper, my throat going thick. “Well, who does then?” I swallow. “Me.”
Dude, these made men are such simps 🥹
