Hearing her say that made me feel better. But I caught her hand to keep it from distracting me. “I think I’m f*****g confused. He’s the one with the gorgeous body, the arresting face, the perfect voice and awesome attitude. I’m an asshole. So, why was it my room you chose?”
Her hand broke free of my grip to slide into my hair, and the other followed until she’d caged my face in her palms. “Because you’re the one I want.”
I loved hearing that. God, how I loved hearing that. But as she leaned up to kiss me, I caught her again, stopping her.
“But why?” She could do so much better than a f****d-up jackwad like me. “Why me?”
She paused when she realized I was serious. Her gaze softened and her lips tipped up into the most beautiful smile. “Do you remember the day we met?”
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