“Perhaps,” he whispers. “But do you really want nice and polite? Someone who will take you to dinner, hold doors open, and make you feel listened to, even though he’s probably imagining being anywhere else while you drone on about your family back home?” His lips are hot on my ear as he bends down. “Or do you want the red-hot passion you felt a few moments ago? The thrill and excitement of something new, something uncharted? Nice guys do finish last, Little Echo, and where you’re concerned, I couldn’t give a shit if Nathaniel no longer got to finish at all. You deserve more than nice. More
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