“Apologies for what?” I asked softly.
He didn't answer immediately, just kept searching my eyes, his expression unreadable.
“I was a d**k,” he said finally. “Unfortunately, I can't say it’s because your mother riled me up. This is just who I am. Always been a brat.” He scoffed softly, shaking his head. “That’s why I'm so shocked.”
“By what?”
He was smiling. “I said please three times. I even said thank you. And now I'm apologizing.” He scoffed again. “Wow. What magic are you working on me, woman?”
I couldn't help but smile at that, my chest warm, and he smiled back, his eyes soft.
“I don't hate it, by the way,” he whispered, leaning forward and resting his forehead on mine, kissing the tip of my nose. “Even though I don't adjust well to change, I feel like I will adjust perfectly t
