" I mean … why are you kissing me at all?” She can’t believe those words came out of her mouth. His kiss has obviously opened the door between her thoughts and her lips, letting anything just spill out.
“Because you’re cute. Because I want to. Do I need another reason?”
She backs up, pulling her broken arm off him. Coldness is entering her heart and shutting down the warmth that had started to build. “That’s a lie.”
“What’s a lie? That I want to kiss you?”
“No, that I’m cute. Maybe that other part too.”
Brian very carefully picks up her broken arm and puts it back where it was, all the while staring into her eyes. “You listen to me, you stubborn little thing … you can’t tell me what I think about you, okay? That’s for me to decide.”
“There’s no way you could think I’m cute. Not unless you’re blind. And you drove a car, so I know you’re not.”
“I have twenty-twenty vision, thank you very much, and I can too think you’re cute. You’re funny, smart, wicked terrible at cards even though you refuse to admit it, and you have a nice ass. I add that all up and it equals cute to me.”
“I think I will take that job you offered me earlier,” she says, happiness filling her heart and making her feel like she can fly.
“Oh yeah? Why the change of heart now?”
“Because. You obviously can’t add. I can’t imagine how much money you’ve lost over the years doing your own billing. "
― Elle Casey , Don't Make Me Beautiful