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I hit his hand away, my face contorting in feigned anger. If I understood him right, he meant I had poor taste in men. Not funny.
“William is a handsome man,” I defended. “Not only is he handsome, but he is also… I mean, he was caring, attentive, and he knew the right words to say.” I blurted out.
I wasn't defending Williams. This was about me.
I let out a scoff. “I don't just go for looks. Character matters a lot. My taste in men is actually pretty high,” I added, crossing my arms.
“I know. You have a unique taste in men,” he said, making me nod in agreement. He couldn't have been more right.
“I guess that explains why your first crush picked his nose all through your date, and your second was a total mummy’s boy and crybaby.”
My mouth fell open in shock and he smirked. Tha
