“Why should I believe that? You can’t even see two feet in front of you.” Preston laughed. “I’ll put my glasses back on if that gives me more credibility.” “No. I like knowing more than you for once.” “You know plenty of things that I don’t.” He brushed back a damp strand of hair from her forehead. “There’s an Argantian saying about that, too, actually.”
More making fun of him for how he was born and something beyond his control.
Cool cool cool 😑
I hate this protagonist. I hate this “romance”.
