In Love With My Bully
I pulled her hand to my lips, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles, hoping to show her just how much she meant to me.
“You’re stuck with me, okay?” I murmured, lowering my voice as I met her gaze. “I don’t care what you look like, or what changes. You’re mine, and I’ll fight off any guy who thinks he can even look at you.”
Finally, her lips lifted into a full smile, and she let out a little laugh, her body sagging against me in relief. "Fine," she whispered, giving in to the comfort. "But don't blame me if I complain when I’m swollen and I feel like a potato.”