" You’re a lot to take on, you know.”
“I know.” He exhaled a long breath with a cocky, crooked smile.
“I don’t know what you want from me. You tie me up in knots and I’m not used to it.”
Edging in closer, he wrapped his arms around my waist, stating, “Then let me show you what I want. Stop fuckin’ fightin’ this.”
I tried to break from his hold. “No, Rome, this is just… just…”
“I wanna be with you,” he pushed, his big brown eyes almost pleading. “C’mon, Mol. I need you. Tell me you get me. Tell me you’re as fuckin’ into me as I am you. "

― Tillie Cole , Sweet Home (Sweet Home, #1)