“You still see me as a kid. You’re always telling me I am.” I chew on my lip nervously. Not sure why I’m trying to talk sense into him when this is exactly what my heart wants. I don’t know how to feel, if what he is saying is even filtering through properly, or if I only heard what I wanted to hear.

“No, Sophs, I don’t see a kid anymore. I tried like fuck to ignore the fact you were getting older, and every skimpy outfit or boyfriend I put down to hating because I was a ...