“What do you want, Nicole? Right here, right now, in this moment, what do you want?” I ask, putting it all on the line… pride, love, all of it.
She rolls her eyes. Damn, this girl. She’s fucking amazing. I grin.
“Dumbass, a true dumbass,” she tells me. Then she leans forward, her face right a breadth away from mine. “What do I want?” she asks.
“You. Every single dumbass, stubborn, idiotic piece of you,” she tells me.
“As far as declarations of love go, that one needs some work.”