“My kind of love isn’t the type you’re looking for, Joey. You deserve so much more.” She narrows her beautiful eyes at me. “Who said anything about love?” “You think that we could just be about sex? With a history like ours? I’ve known you your whole life. I’ve loved you for most of it. You think I would stop just because we were fucking?” Tears spill over her cheeks and she swats them away. “That’s a whole different kind of love you’re talking about.” “Is it?”
