"Because I already know that you are mine, even if you don't think so."
My eyebrows raise. "cocky."
"Have you ever let yourself go as you do with me? Have you felt so true to yourself when with anyone else?"
"No, I mean I am usually myself. They have grown up with me, and sure, I can't tell them how rotten I am and stuff, but I still get to be me sometimes."
But I only get to let all of the masks and shit to rest when I am in front of Michael. He has a way of seeing through me, making my walls fall so effortlessly that I am actually helpless about keeping them up.
Fuck.
"And you still like me."
"You aren't rotten or mean or messy, rin," Michael tucks a hair behind my ear, eyes on my face. "You are beautiful inside and out, and I want to show you all those parts of yourself. You are so lovable too, cute-"
"No one has ever called me adorable. You are lying."
"You are adorable."
"I'm hard and manly. Not adorable. Jude is adorable, I am not."
