“You’re my perfection. I’m all of those things for you,”

“I’ve been drinking, all right? Your skin was three inchesfrom my face, and you’re beautiful, and you smell fuckingawesome when you sweat. I kissed you! I’m sorry! Get overyourself!”His excuse made the corners of my mouth turn up.“You think I’m beautiful?”He frowned with disgust. “You’re gorgeous and youknow it. What are you smiling about?”I tried to quell my amusement to no avail. “Nothing.Let’s go.”

“But I…that wasn’t the only reason I took you to the fight. I wanted you there with me, Pidge. You’re my good luck charm.”“I’m not your anything,” I snapped, glaring up at him.His eyebrows pulled in and he stopped dancing. “You’re my everything.”

“I’m done, Travis.”“Don’t say that.”“It’s over. Go home.”“You’re my home.”

“His excuse made the corners of my mouth turn up. “You think I’m beautiful?”He frowned with disgust. “You’re gorgeous and you know it. What are you smiling about?”

“Travis walked me to class, his grip tensing a few times when my feet slipped on the ice. “You should be more careful,” he teased.“I’m doing it on purpose. You’re such a sucker.”“If you want my arms around you, all you have to do is ask,” he said, pulling me into his chest.”

“You’re sleeping in my bed.”“Which is more unsanitary than the couch, I’m sure.”“There’s never been anyone in my bed but me.”