James's lips twitched and he touched my cheek. "Your opinion is the only one that means anything. And your dad's. I want him to like me, Emmy, not think I'm exposing his daughter to invasions of her privacy."
"You'll win him over. He just wants me to be safe and happy."
He visibly relaxed and pulled me closer. "Do I make you happy?"
"Yes." I rested my cheek over his heart. "I love being with you. When we're not together, I wish we were."
"You said you didn't want to fight anymore," he murmured in my hair. "It's been bugging me. Are you getting tired of me fucking up all the time?"
"You do not fuck up all the time. And I've screwed up, too. Relationships are hard, James. Most of them don't have kick-ass sex as we do. I put us in the lucky column."
He cupped water in his hand and poured it down my back, over and over, soothing me with its sinuous warmth. "I don't really remember my dad."
