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Sebastian smiled. "Well, at the risk of sounding mad, I will say I want exactly what they write in the romance books. At the same time, I want the exact opposite."
I threw my head back and laughed. "Why would that sound mad? Most of my thought process ends up that way. Perhaps you should add some nuance to that assertion?"
"When I first started liking you, I thought I knew both of us, and I wanted you. I wanted you to accept me, or rather, I wanted my idea of you to accept my idea of myself. Since that time, I have learned neither of us knew the other at all, and at the time, I didn't even know myself. Now..."
He seemed to run out of words. How odd for Sebastian. I had to say, I didn't quite understand what he meant, though. I squeezed his hand encouragingly nonetheless.