“Winning doesn’t matter if you’re broken afterwards,” I replied.
“You’re not broken.” He said. “At least, not for long.”
“Are you trying to finish putting me back together?” I pulled my face back to glare at him. “Is that what this is about tonight?”
Mike grabbed my head and pulled me into him, kissing me tenderly on the lips. I let him.
“It’s about letting you know that someone would have cared.” He whispered as he pulled back from my mouth. “If you had just let him.”
I stared at him.
“I want to care about you for as long as you’ll let me.”