“So you’re a cuddler, huh?” I murmur before wrapping my arm around his waist. “Just with you,” he whispers, his eyes still on the screen while he hits play. “But don’t let it go to your head.” Except it does. Every time he says something sweet or even a bit corny, it sends my head straight into the clouds, at the same time vines of barbed wire wrap around my heart.
