Chrissie wasn’t sure she’d heard right. She sat back on her heels on the mattress. She hadn’t meant anything serious with her “messy” comment, and certainly hadn’t expected him to take it seriously.
Especially not this seriously.
this“Did you say you love me?”
love“Yes. I’ve thought it over, and I believe that I do. I did wonder how that was possible, given our differences, your tendency toward chaos being one of them.”
She blinked at him. He looked sincere enough. Serious. Sober. His expression revealed nothing beyond that. He definitely didn’t seem happy about what he’d just told her.
“So…you’re willing to overlook my hot-mess side, is that it?”
“Overlook?” He frowned, seeming to realize that he might have offended her. “I suppose that’s one way to put it.”
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