“I read a lot of romance novels. Most of them have these happy endings. You know, with the most perfect man who swoons the shit out of the girl and does all the right things?” “What are you telling me?” He raises a brow. “I’m saying you are that dream man. It’s like you stepped out of a romance novel. You are all my fantasies about fictional men come to life. I don’t know what I did to deserve you. I don’t know how you can be so perfect, swoony, sexy, and everything a girl could dream of. But you are. You’re here. Standing right in front of me. You’re my happy ending, Thomas.”
