Cami
I shake off the feelings of my past. Of the fact that my ex never told me I was beautiful and return my focus on the man sitting next to me. "So you said those things to, what? Get yourself to stop liking me?"
"Pretty much."
"You're an idiot."
"Pretty much."
We share a laugh and I shift in my seat so I'm facing him as well, resting an elbow on the back of the couch. "I understand. You were right when you said I was temporary. For the record, I think you're pretty damn good looking, too."
He narrows his eyes. "That doesn't help."
"Maybe not."
"I know I've said it, but I truly am sorry. I saw the way you were getting along so quickly with my family, how generous you were with your time and considerate, how you knew ahead of time that I'd need help so the kids' parents could get
