“Love is not an accident. It’s a verb. You don’t wait for it to happen. You make it happen. And I have every intention of making you mine."
“You’re making me angry.” She grabs the handle but doesn’t open the door. I press my open palm against the door, planting myself before her.
“If making you angry is the only way to make you realize you’re wasting your time with this guy, then it’s worth it.”
“Why do you even care?” Her voice is soft now.
I don’t understand the anger I’m feeling or the fact that I do care.
I don’t understand why I need to protect her while shaking some sense into her.
“I would hate seeing you wasting your time over this loser. I hate knowing that this piece of shit makes you feel bad about yourself.” I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me, fighting the sudden urge to kiss her. “No woman deserves to feel the way you do. I don’t know what his fucking problem is, but Vicky, I do know that you’re hot. I have to restrain myself around you, and it’s not easy.”
“You find me attractive?” she whispers, her eyes wide.
“Yeah. Without a doubt.” I brush my fingertips over her lips, tracing the contours. “You’re weird but sexy as hell. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? How much you leave me in want? I don’t think you do.”