“Dammit. There I was, concocting one last plan to hook Channing Tatum.”
“He’s got nothing on me, baby girl.” He meant it, too. And he was right. “I’m one of a kind, and so are you, and that’s why we make total sense together.”
“A.K.A., we’re both kind of fucked up, but when you put us together, all our broken edges kind of…mesh together.”
“Broken edges are that way because they’re looking for the piece that can fix them. We fix each other, even if we have to jiggle about a bit until we do.” He grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles.
“I’m glad you think that way.” I curled my fingers around his cheek. “Because I want to meet your parents tomorrow. And tell them.”
He paused. “You mean that?”
“We’re stuck with each other
