I realized it in the kitchen.
I was in love with Daniel Garrett.
So utterly, heartbreakingly, devastatingly in love with him.
Which was why it hurt so much when he commented on our age difference—because, of course, I knew it existed. But I didn’t care. Not one f*****g bit.
And I believed him when he told me he was here for me, that he wasn’t going to leave, that he wasn’t going to hurt me. I believed every word.
That was why he needed to know. That was why I had to tell him about Liam—the pig who had hurt me so f*****g badly. He needed to understand why I had such a hard time letting him in. But despite all of that, he had broken through my walls.
He had taken a place in my heart, and I had a very strong feeling that I had a place in his.
What the age talk did make me realize, thou
