BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION
he raised both hands defensively “—it’s not a gift you owe me for. I just… didn’t want you to think I’m a lame-ass boyfriend.”
My chest tightened painfully.
I stared at him, stunned, tears pricking hotly at the corners of my eyes.
“Babe, you’re not a lame-ass boyfriend. You’re… the most wonderful, over-the-top, romantic man in the world.”
He grinned, wide and boyish.
“So you like it?”
“I love it,” I whispered. “But more than that… I love you so much. Thank you, babe.”
He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my temple.