“Remember that first day? When I said you’d be begging me to stay?”
He sat up slowly, and I watched the realization dawn on his face. His eyes dragged over me—the cable-knit sweater, the sensible sneakers, the bun so tight it pulled at my temples. Then he laughed. beg for it wattpad
“Don’t read into it,” he said. “You’re useless when you’re cold. Sniffling annoys me.” “Remember that first day
“Excuse me?”
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“Is that a bet, Marchetti?”
I should have stepped back. Instead, I lifted my chin.