Page 151 of Accidental Husband
He laughs. "I forgot about that."
"Oh my God, the look Jackson gave me. It was likeare you sure you want this guy as your friend? Look at the company he keeps."
"She was a PhD candidate," he says.
"I think the giant boobs distracted him." My teeth sink into my lip. "And, well, I… How could she not compare to me?"
"How could she?"
My brow furrows.
His fingers brush my lips. "You don't need giant tits to be perfect."
"But—"
"Your tits are perfect, for the record. But that isn't what makes you incomparable."
I stare into his eyes.
"It's the sound of your laugh. That look you get when you're listening to Paramore. That royal blue suitcase you carry everywhere. The way you text me after every Dodgers and Angels game to brag you support the better team."
"That stuff—"
"I should probably say something romantic here."
"Maybe that we're puzzle pieces that fit together," I suggest.
"Is that supposed to be romantic?"
I nod.
"Sounds more dirty to me."
"How?"
"Do I really need to explain it?" he asks.
Oh. Obviously. But, come on. He is obsessed.
I like that he's obsessed. But he really is obsessed.
"So, um, you think the reason why you've never made it past a third date is that you've compared every woman you've been with to me?" I ask.
He doesn't blink. "Yeah." He runs his thumb over my temple. "You've always been here." He takes my hand and rests it on his chest.
"That's cheesy."
"I know."
"You're lucky you're hot, or you couldn't get away with that kinda thing."
His lips curl into a smile. "I'm lucky that you like cheesy."
"I like no such thing."
He nodsyou do.
I shake my headI do not.
