“I’m still going to spend the rest of my life proving I can be better than the first mistake I made with you.”
I looked up at him.
“That sounded dangerously pretty.”
“It was factual.”
“Was it?”
“Yes. I have a lifetime available.”
My heart stumbled.
The bastard.
The absolute bastard.
I should have stepped back. Should being the keyword. Because, instead, I breathed him in.
This man, who had lied to me.
This man, who had stalked me.
This man, who had eaten death soup and looked at me like pain was an acceptable currency if it bought him one more minute in my kitchen.
This man, who was turning every belief I had about love, control, safety, and choice upside down.
And the worst part was that I did not want to trade him for anyone else.
I wanted this one.
This impossible, overp
