Andrew may be a sweetheart, but he does have his red flags. Disorganized attachment, low self esteem, etc. But, everyone has their flaws…right?

“I don’t hate you.” You murmur against his chest.

“I know, sweetheart.” Andrew replies, his arms tightening around you.

“But I should hate you.” You mutter under your breath.

“You should.” He says, bringing his hands up to cup your face in his palms. “And it makes me the luckiest bastard in the world to know that you can’t manage to.”