I rolled my eyes at him, trying to act unbothered.
Why the hell does he keep saying stuff like that? Like he'd actually stop all his dumb habits just for me. Like I'm some… exception. Ugh.
"I know you still don't believe me," Ian said, his stupid little smile tugging at his lips as he patted my hair. "But I'll keep trying. I'll keep trying to win you over. No matter what."
Yeah, okay, Romeo.
He walked over to pick up his keys from the dresser.
"You should get to bed," I muttered, mostly to distract myself from how warm his hand felt in my hair earlier. "Tomorrow's gonna be a long day."
"Yeah," he chuckled. "If you need anything, call me, okay? I'll bring dinner to you. Eat and go to bed."
I nodded, gripping the sheets tighter, because he was still staring from across the room. His keys dangled from his fingers, but his eyes never left me.
And then of course he started walking over.
Straight to me.
And crouched. Right in front of me.
