He grins and backs me up against the bedroom wall. I love it when he does this. Looms over me
with that heated look in his eye. Like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen.
“You’re proving my point. You have brought chaos and mess into my life.” He leans down,
burying his face in my hair. “And I’m so fucking thankful for it. For you.” Wetness fills my eyes at his
words. He pulls back and makes a low sound when he sees my tears. “Hey. No, don’t cry baby.”
“I can’t help it,” I choke out, sniffing. I’m positive my nose is as red as Rudolph’s as I try to stem
the tide of tears, but it’s no use. “Sometimes it’s too overwhelming.”
His face turns guarded, and I grab two fistfuls of his sweater and hang onto him. He doesn’t resist
my hold, letting me pull him closer. He never does. Anywhere I want him, whatever I need him for.
He’s there. Always.
“I’ve never had this. You know that. But I think sometimes you don’t realize how overwhelming it
can be, to be loved. I mean, you’re always here. You’re always smiling at me and touching me. You
look at me like a movie star, and sometimes, just for a minute, it doesn’t make sense.”
He frowns and cups my cheeks. “I thought we were over this? I love you—.“
I press my fingers over his lips. “No. I know. I really do. You’re fantastic at telling the people you
love how much they matter to you. I didn’t know men could be like you. But sometimes, it just feels
like I’m living someone else’s life. Like I’ll wake up and I’ll be back in my apartment in New York,
alone.”
His gaze softens, and he exhales heavily. “I get it. I feel the same way too, sometimes. Like you’re
too good for me. Too perfect.” I raise my brows at that, because perfect is not a word people use to
describe me. Ever. He laughs and shakes his head. “We just need time. Before you know it, we’ll be
an old married couple.”
He freezes, eyes widening to match mine. Neither of us are breathing as we stare. Finally, I break
the silence.
“Um. So, yeah, you just said the M word.” He nods, and swallows, but doesn’t say a word.
“Should we pretend that never happened? Like, whoops, it just fell out of your mouth by accident? I
can totally do that.”
No, I can’t. He said the M word. Who could ignore that?
“Do youwantit to be an accident?”
I press my suddenly dry lips together as I search his gaze. Is there a right answer to this? If there
