Chapter 14
MONTE CARLO, MONACO
Kai blinked repeatedly , his expression morphing into utter shock as he gaped at Miles. “Pardon me?”
Staring at the screen of his phone, Miles huffed, slouching further into the sofa. “You heard me.”
“You’re asking me about the things my sister likes, like it’s the most normal thing to ask. Are you planning on taking her out on a date, or something?”
Miles drifted his gaze to the window, where he could see the sun setting in the sky, casting a hue of pink and tangerine on the calm ocean. “No. I just want to do nice things for her. Does she like watches? I could take her out and choose a Cartier. Or maybe a Van Cleef going to the farmers market and getting flowers; painting outside no matter the weather; taking Rosie on walks and sending him photos of the sunset.
“Can you just answer my question?” he addressed Malakai.
“Indy doesn’t give a shit about watches or jewellery. She’s got everything she wants. My sister likes small things. Small gestures. Honestly, take her to watch the sunset on the beach and she’ll be the happiest girl ever. She doesn’t ask for much.”
He truly admired the fact that she was able to find peace in the smallest things.
“Watching the sunset with her sounds like a date.”
“Cook her a nice meal,” Kai suggested, ignoring the previous statement. “She loves food. I’ve never seen a chick love food as much as Indy does.”
“What’s her favourite dish?”
At that, Kai blinked.
Fucking idiot.
“Lisa’s lasagna!” Romeo shouted from wherever he was.
Well, Lisa Bailey’s lasagna was probably everyone’s favourite dish. God, didn’t he miss those days where he’d spend evenings at the Bailey’s mansion and stuff his belly with the incredible lasagna.
“Miles, whatever you’re doing with my sister, please don’t fucking play with her feelings.”
Annoyance flared through his bloodstream. “Again, Kai, I’m just trying to be friendly.”
“Yeah, you better not cross any fucking line.”
The sound of heels tapping on the floorboards resonated, and Miles shifted on the sofa to see Indy walk into the living room, her gaze on her phone. Wearing a regal black jumpsuit with its neckline so low, she looked yet again like the seductress intent on ruining him.
“Hey, Huxley,” she said. “I’m going—oh, are you calling my brother?”
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Come say hi.”
“Hello, dear brother.” She leaned over the back of the sofa, her cheek almost nestled against his as she waved at the phone. “How’s training going?”
“Pretty great. Just nailed a Triple Cork 1440 this morning.”
Miles whistled. “Impressive.”
“Good job,” Indy praised. “Where are you?”
Miles swallowed, the sheer proximity of Indy’s body setting his skin ablaze. She smelled intoxicatingly sweet, and as he watched their reflection in the small rectangle in the corner of the screen, he couldn’t help but think she looked devastatingly gorgeous.
“Romeo’s hotel room.”
Speaking of the devil, Romeo appeared in the frame again, smiling broadly at the sight of Indy. “Yo, blondie! Thought I heard your voice. Don’t you look beautiful?”
She chuckled, its melodious sound feeding his soul again. “Thank you. Your game kept me on the edge of my seat last night. Great assists.”
Romeo sat down next to Kai. “Fucking exhausting game, is what it was. Ezra spent four minutes in the penalty box.”
“He’s done worse,” Kai jested.
When Miles had awoken in the middle of the night, thirsty, he’d walked into the living room to find Indy sleeping on the sofa, the hockey game’s highlights playing on the TV. After turning it off and draping a blanket over her, he’d brushed her hair out of her face, sighing softly.
Guilt had pushed at his chest the remainder of the night as he tossed and turned in his bed. He should have picked her up and brought her to her own bed. Should have stayed up to watch Romeo and Ezra’s game to support them like he normally would.
“When are you inviting me to one of your games?”
Miles just loved how deep and genuine her interest in sports was. How supportive she was of her friends.
“Well, you guys are travelling to America for the Miami Grand Prix in May, right?” Indy and Miles nodded in sync. “If we make it to the playoffs, I can get you two tickets if it works with your schedule, and all.”
“We can make this work.”
Romeo grinned. “Cool. So, are you still single?”
Indy giggled, and Miles felt the back of his throat tighten. His jaw clenched, and he couldn't help but look elsewhere. He was certain their relationship was platonic, and that Romeo was doing this to rile him up, so why was he feeling so furious?
“Are you?”
Miles narrowed his gaze on Indy’s reflection. Was she flirting back?
“Fuck, no, please,” Kai whined. “He’s been pining after the same girl for years.”
Indy came to sit next to Miles, her shoulder pressed against his. Shifting, he draped his arm over the back of the sofa, allowing Indy to come closer. He took a tremulous breath in, an uncanny sensation floating around his stomach.
“Oh, tell me more.”
“Isla,” was all Kai managed to say before receiving a punch in the shoulder. “Ow, fuck.”
“Isla St James?” she asked. “The ski instructor?”
“Yes,” Kai answered for Romeo whose face was as red as Indy’s nail polish.
“Says the guy who’s still in love with the girl who broke his heart almost ten years ago,” Romeo countered.
“Amara?” Miles whispered to Indy. She nodded in confirmation.
“Shut the fuck up,” Kai groaned. “You don’t know shit.”
Romeo scoffed. “Oh, because you do?”
“Okay,” Miles said slowly, brows lifting. “Gotta go. Bye, guys. Kai, thanks for your help.”
“Wait!” Romeo called, grabbing the phone. “Miles, if you don’t date Indy, I will. See ya at the playoffs, baby.”
“Why the fuck would you say that?” Kai bellowed. “I’m going to?—”
The call ended, and Indy laughed. Pushing herself forward to sit on the edge of the sofa, Miles took in her bare back. He wanted to trace the route of her spine, caress her smooth skin and pepper light kisses?—
“Well, that was interesting.”
He cleared his throat, rubbing at his flushed face. “Yeah.”
She peered over at him, amusement dancing around the edges of her irises. “I’m going out. Join me?”
Glancing down at himself, he let that primal part of him take over. If she were to go out like this and steal everyone’s attention, then he’d be the one to claim her—one way or another.
“Give me a minute to change.”
Indigo was lively, spirited, and absolutely mesmerising to the point he’d forgotten all about his surroundings and where he was supposed to be.
He probably looked like a fool, staring at her from across the room, dumbfounded and speechless. She was near the bar, dancing with Ava and Rowan with a drink in hand as she sang along to the music reverberating off the walls.
Miles felt a kick against his shin. “You good?”
Slipping his attention to the couple sitting across from him, he nodded curtly. “All grand.”
Kamari, who was tucked under Thiago’s arm, narrowed her gaze on him. “You seem distracted.”
Thiago smirked. “By a wild blonde over there?”
“No clue who you’re talking about,” he said nonchalantly. “I was just thinking of tomorrow’s plan.”
“Which is?” Kamari asked, seeming genuinely curious.
“Doing Indy.” Thiago snickered.
He threw a glare at his friend and decided to ignore his comment. “I think I want to go on a fifteen-kilometre run, then train, and?—”
“Woah,” Thiago interrupted, eyes wide. “You need to relax. I know it’s difficult to stay put when we’re not racing, but why are you training so hard?”
He shrugged, though he knew he was too hard on himself at times. “Helps me stay focused.”
“And not be distracted by the wild blonde living with you?”
Miles sent another dirty glare to his friend.
“When are you going to make a move on her?” There was no rudeness or animosity in Kamari’s tone.
Was the longing on his face that obvious?
What did Kamari know about his and Indy’s history? Certainly everything.
“Not that I owe you an explanation, but it’s actually more complicated than that.”
“You’re right, you don’t owe me anything,” she said gently. “But if you won’t do anything about the way you look at her, you should just stay clear. She’s not going to sit around and wait for you. Don’t give her mixed signals, Miles.”
Miles knew that Kamari was protective of Indy, and he liked that. In fact, Kamari was protective of every single person in their group of friends—it was in her nature to be a caretaker and a shield all at once. She looked out for everyone and made sure no one got hurt.
“Look at her.”
He’d never looked over to where Indy was this fast. The feeling of his stomach dropping was one of the worst sensations he’d experienced. The sight of Indy smiling broadly at her interlocutor made his blood boil with unsolicited annoyance.
Alex, who had just taken a step closer to her as they leaned against the bar, was harmless. Miles knew that because Indy had never taken, let alone mentioned an interest in him. Sure, they were friendly and always laughing together, but they were just friends. Platonic. No feelings involved. Right? Right?
The only confirmation he needed was witnessing a brunette demanding Alex’s attention by tapping on his shoulder.
It was the other man stealing her attention when Alex left that pushed Miles to his feet. At first, the guy offered his hand to shake, but then he kissed the back of Indy’s hand. They exchanged a few words, but Miles didn’t like the way he was crowding Indy’s personal space. Without Indy’s permission, the man put a hand on her hip. Without Indy’s permission, he leaned into her ear. And without her goddamn consent, he tried pulling her into his chest, his lips a millimetre away from her neck.
Gently, Indy pushed him away. According to Miles, she could’ve been more aggressive and firm, but that wasn’t like Indy. She was always gentle.
It was just a matter of seconds before Miles would reach them and knock some sense and respect into this man.
“I’m not interested,” Indy said slowly and firmly, taking a step back.
The man said something that made her smile tightly, uneasiness perceptible on her taut shoulders. Then, he grabbed her wrist again and Indy emitted a nervous, dry chuckle.
“Don’t touch me,” she gritted out.
“You heard her,” Miles bit out, impressed by the calmness of his tone. “Get your hand off her.”
When Miles came to stand behind Indy, he brushed his fingers to her hip, letting her know through the delicacy of the caress that it was him. She startled, turning to look at him, before smiling in relief. And when his arm came to loop around her collarbones, crushing her back into his chest, he felt his own breath hitch.
The man let go of her, gulping as he looked up at Miles.
“Hey,” he murmured against her temple, finding the other man’s gaze in the corner of his eye. “You good?”
Indy relaxed against him, one hand finding his forearm. “I’m okay.”
“Shouldn’t you be apologising?” Miles drawled out to the stranger who was still standing there.
“Didn’t know she was taken.”
“Taken or not, you don’t touch a woman without her permission. Fucking apologise.”
It was only after Miles threw him the coldest glare that he scrambled away, mumbling a weak apology.
Miles’ heart was still thundering furiously as he tightened his hold over Indy. “Tell me you’re okay, Daisy.”
He could feel the slight shudder of her body beneath his palm. Could feel the even rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath.
Gingerly, he made her spin around. Delicately, he lifted her chin with the help of his forefinger, sapphire eyes brimmed with uncertainty locking to his. “You want to get out of here?”
She nodded, stepping back. He felt cold in an instant before she came to entwine her fingers with his. Miles let himself be pulled away, pushing past dancing bodies, to stumble into a dimly lit corridor, then into a quiet room.
Indy let go of his hand, and he instantly missed the warmth of her skin, the softness of her touch. She went to lean against the billiard table at the centre of the room, sighing.
“I’m sorry,” Miles said, running a hand in utter frustration through his hair. “I know you can defend yourself, and I shouldn’t have stepped in and acted this way, and I’m so sorry for?—”
“Thank you,” she cut in softly.
He paused, holding his breath. “Fuck, are you okay?”
Caring for Indigo had always been the one weakness he allowed to consume him. He wasn’t usually a jealous person, but seeing another man touch her made him feral. He wanted to dot her porcelain skin with his kisses, with his caresses, to let any other man know that she was off-limits. Part of himself tried to convince his head that he’d stepped in because it was his duty as Kai’s best friend to protect her. But the other part simply knew that it was a lie. So, intervening in the earlier situation had not only been because he cared about her, but because he was so fucking jealous and furious too—and yes, he had no right to feel this way.
She nodded. “I’m totally fine. It all just happened so fast.”
Taking slow steps towards her, he searched her eyes. Brushing her hair away from her cheek to tuck it behind her ear, he asked, “Promise?”
There was something like anguish, sadness, in her gaze as she held his stare. He swore he could feel her jaw tremble beneath his fingers. Swore he could feel his heartbeat go into overdrive when her eyes fell upon his mouth.
“I promise.” The flutter of her lashes when his thumb grazed her cheekbone made him swallow. She turned her face away, gripping his hand. “Don’t do this, Huxley. Don’t be like this.”
He let his hand fall, though the urge to touch her again almost became unbearable.
“Why did you do it? Why did you come and save me?”
His gaze flicked to hers, a lump building inside his throat. “Don’t make me say it.”
Hurt flashed across her eyes. “Is it going to kill you if you admit that you care?”
He didn’t answer because he was already breaking his rules. Was already allowing himself to be distracted when it was the one thing he had sworn not to do. Indy deserved everything that was beautiful and good in the world, and he wasn’t quite sure he could meet her expectations. Could be this kind of person for her. Even Kai had asked him to stay away for good measure—because he didn’t know how to put his heart to good use. If he was going to hurt someone, it was going to be himself.
“Just tell me what you want,” Indy whispered, anguish blending into her words.
Finding her fingers, he waited for her to retreat, but she didn’t so much as move. She looked at their connected palms, fitting like magnets, a small crease between her brows. “I’m not above breaking my rules for you, but if I’m willing to lose, I need to do this the right way. We’re both focused on our careers right now. We’re both at the peak of our lives, and we can’t just let ourselves be distracted.”
“A distraction,” she repeated, her grip loosening. “It’s all I’ll ever be, right?”
“No,” he replied, almost panicking that she wanted to put some distance between them. He caged her in against the table, hands settling on either side of her hips. She’d been holding onto that invisible cord tying his heart to hers for years, and if he gave in to the temptation, it meant that he was willing to let her ruin him. “What’s the rush, Indy?”
Back and forth, she looked between his eyes and his lips, like she didn’t know where to settle her gaze. Like she didn’t know what to say, because she didn’t know the answer.
“If you were expecting me to drag you into the nearest bathroom and take you against the wall like all the times we hooked up in the past, then sorry to disappoint, but it’s not going to happen.”
She nodded slowly. “Because it’s different now?”
“Because everything’s changed since you came to live under my roof, and you know it. I’m trying my hardest to respect Kai’s wishes and stay friends with you. I don’t want to fuck it up, and I need you to understand that I’m not the guy you used to fuck and walk away from. I don’t want to be like that anymore.”
“I don’t want that, either.”
“What do you want? You want to date?” No answer. Deep down, neither of them were ready for that step, and he was relieved to know she felt the same way. “You want to fuck? If so, just say the word, but I can’t do casual like before.”
“Why? Cause you think I’m the one who’s going to get attached if we start fucking on a regular basis again? That I’m going to have feelings for you?”
“All I think is that you’re my best?—”
“Use Kai as a fucking excuse one more time. I dare you. This is not about him, and you know it.” She exhaled. “Forgive me for being confused about the mixed signals you’re giving me. You look at me like you want to rip my clothes off, but you don’t want anything to do with me.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Indy.” He dropped his head, feeling her warm breath fan across his forehead. “I never meant to make you feel like this, but you’ve got to understand that I’d love to give you everything I have.” How long had he wished for this? How many times had he dreamed of being hers? “But not now, okay? I’m just not ready.”
Miles needed the time, the courage, to be worthy of her. To understand she wasn’t someone who would walk away. Having been abandoned too many times meant that he was still healing from the shattered pieces, and he wasn’t ready for Indy to go because her absence would obliterate him more than any loss he’d experienced.
She’d always been the only woman on his mind, consuming his thoughts albeit against his will. He’d always thought she was special, and quite frankly, he’d always been attracted to her. But admitting his feelings could be deeper, all-consuming, was terrifying.
Though Indy had a reason to leave, he would do everything in his power to make her stay.
The side of his forefinger held her chin in place. The turmoil and affliction were clear in those cerulean irises, causing his heart to clench. “I’m just confused about the way you make me feel,” he whispered.
When his hand slipped to her cheek, she leaned into his touch, her brows creasing. “Then let me help you understand those feelings. Please.”
“Do you even know how to play?”
“No,” she said. “You’ll teach me.”
“Okay.” He rubbed the back of his neck. Teaching Indy how to play eight-ball should be easy, right? “Cool. Cool.”
She hadn’t wanted to go back to their friends, and Miles was more than fine with that. Spending some alone time with Indy meant learning to trust her. Be close to her. Escape in a world alone where nothing else mattered. He wasn’t sure of how she would manage to help him understand his feelings, but knowing he wasn’t alone made relief crash through him.
As he took hold of a cue, he explained the basics to her. She listened thoroughly, nodding to each piece of information he gave, and watched as he demonstrated how to hold the cue before assembling the balls inside the triangular rack.
“Here.” He handed Indy a cue after chalking its end, then proceeded to take off his jacket. “Ladies first.”
“So chivalrous,” she teased, placing herself at the end of the table.
When she leaned forward over the table, Miles rubbed his face. She was a goddamn temptation, and he needed to hold a semblance of control over himself.
“Okay, so…” She held the end of the cue a few centimetres away from the white ball placed behind the service line. “I need to break the triangle, and whichever ball I pot is the kind I have to pocket throughout the game?”
“Yes.”
“Should be easy.”
Instead of focusing on what she was doing, he was looking at the slope of her shoulders, the smoothness of her delicate skin, the beautiful shape of her physique?—
“Is my arm’s position okay?”
He blinked, finding her looking over at him from her shoulder, a suggestive glint in her eyes. He cleared his throat, getting the hint. “Your elbow’s too high.”
“Oh.”
He placed the cue he’d been holding against the table, and stepped behind Indy, his senses already heightening. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
This was so fucking cliché, and Miles snickered as he realised it had been her intention all along. Brushing his palm from her shoulder down her arm, he lowered her elbow, tingles dancing on his fingertips at the contact of their skin. His chest nearly brushed her bare back, her body caged in below his. She truly fitted him as though she was the missing puzzle piece he’d been looking for.
An electric frisson jolted from her skin to his when his murmur caressed the shell of her ear. “Now, you want to be gentle but firm. No need to be aggressive with your movement. Steady, focused, and”—he helped her break the triangle, potting two solids—“you’ve got the solids.”
“Okay.” Turning her neck to look at him, she smiled softly. “Thank you. I think I’ve got it.”
All it would take for everything to change was a kiss. A tangle of their breaths. An entwine of their souls. Only mere centimetres stood in between them. The impulse was there, thrumming and burning. Especially when her soft, sultry laugh echoed, sending chills down his spine.
In the vicinity of Indigo Bailey, Miles was a simple man, powerless and at her complete mercy. But he wouldn’t succumb. Not yet.
Finding the sliver of strength he possessed to pull himself back to reality, he winked and took a step back. “Let’s see that.”
He folded his arms across his chest and watched the sheer concentration on her face as she took her aim. And then, the most baffling thing happened. He tipped his head back as a dry laugh broke free.
“You fucking, sneaky brat,” he spat, shaking his head in disbelief. Her shot had been perfectly aimed, smooth and controlled, its motion so precise that she had potted two balls at once. “You know how to fucking play eight-ball.”
She had the nerve to smile, shrugging. “I do. Just wanted to play pretend and have you touch me.”
“Unbelievable.”
Three rounds of eight-ball, non-alcoholic drinks, and numerous flying insults later, Miles scoffed as he studied his next shot.
It was near impossible.
He’d lose.
Again.
Fuck, she was too good at this. And she was having too much fun winning.
“Hey, Huxley?”
“Mmh?” From where he was hunched over the table, gaze narrowed on his target at the end of the cue, he waited for her response. When it didn’t come, he made the mistake of peering at her. With her small hands placed on the edge of the table, her head tilted sideways as she calculated his movements, her breasts were pushed together, their shape and fullness so distracting that he grumbled.
“Stop trying to distract me,” he told her, lowering his gaze.
“Sorry.” Her apology was everything but sincere. “Not my fault if you can’t stop staring at my tits.”
He shot her a cold glare, finding that light sliver of control he still possessed to stop himself from ogling at her cleavage.
Giggles echoed in the corridor, the volume of the music from the pub still loud. For a moment, Miles had forgotten there was a world out there. Ava popped her head inside the room, Rowan coming behind her to wrap his arms around her shoulders.
The sight of them together, but especially the stars dancing in Ava’s eyes and her blatant happiness, made Miles’ heart swell. He smiled at Ava, and she smiled back, leaning further into her boyfriend’s chest.
“Are you two hiding?” Rowan asked, grinning.
“Let them be,” Ava said. “We’re obviously interrupting their date.”
“Not a date,” Miles muttered in harmony with Indy.
“Rooting for you two,” Rowan commented with a wink.
They left then, laughing together.
“Bet they’re going to shag?” Indy asked.
“Obviously.”
“At least they’re getting some.”
After not being able to pot his ball, he watched Indy take her turn.
“Hey, Huxley,” she mumbled. “Truth or dare?”
He couldn’t hide his smile as he took a sip of his soda. “Truth.”
Indy rounded the table, and as she stood beside him, she pushed him away with her hip. “What was your first impression of me?”
His heart stalled before going back to thumping erratically. That day, when he’d met Indy for the first time, he’d known she was special.
Thankfully, she was too focused on the game to see the blush on his cheeks. “Well, I think I was completely mesmerised by you. How old were we? I think I was six and you were three? And you wanted to get into the go-kart and compete with Kai and I. You looked like the princess of my dreams.”
He didn’t miss the scarlet tinge on the apple of her cheeks even if she didn’t meet his gaze. “Hey, I thought we agreed on not flirting. Friends don’t flirt.”
“Can’t help myself when I’m with you,” he jested with a grin. “I’d never met a girl who liked cars. My mother never came to my karting races, and Maya was into ballet. She’d pretend to gag at every mention of cars. She’d made me believe girls were allergic to cars. Imagine how I felt when my new best friend told me he had a sister who loved racing just as much.”
She pocketed her ball smoothly. “It’s kind of inevitable when you grow up with a father who was at the peak of his F1 career.”
“True. That never stopped you from doing typical girl stuff, though.” He remembered laughing when she’d show up to karting races wearing a tiara, or a tutu because she had ballet afterwards—he’d never meant it in a mocking way, but more in admiration.
“Oh, absolutely. I loved dance class, art, and fashion all the same.”
“You’re so brilliant,” he murmured truthfully, which brought a devastating smile to her lips. “Your turn: truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
Brushing his fingertips against her hip, he came to stand beside her and leaned his forearms on the edge of the table, looking at her profile. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman he’d ever had the privilege of setting his eyes on. This close, the freckles splattered across the bridge of her nose and dusting faintly on her cheekbones were visible like constellations.
“I dare you to let me win this round.”
She laughed coldly. “No can do, Golden Boy.”
“Fine. I dare you to say on live TV that you love me, and that I’m the best, hottest, most glorious driver?—”
“So basically you want me to lose my job?” She missed her next shot, taking a step back to give him more space to play. “You suck at this game.”
“You’re so annoying,” he said.
“Trying to be smart,” she countered breezily.
“Fine. I dare you to set the world on fire by showing all your followers that you’re here with me tonight.”
All the rumours circulating around and speculating that Miles was in a relationship with Indy had made him laugh. Seriously, weren’t there more important things going on in the world than a driver’s personal life?
He was aware of the many comments about the way he talked to her—softly, openly, as if his guard lowered any time she was around—and the way he walked by her side in the paddock. He was aware of everything the media said about him, he just didn’t give one single flying fuck—never had.
But if he could create chaos just for one minute…
She sighed. “You’re trouble.”
“As if you didn’t already know.”
“Done.” The phone she shoved into his face displayed a photo of his back as he held the cue, his forearms and expensive watch perceptible. Enough to raise suspicions, enough to give hints. “Easy, baby.”
Miles smirked. This woman was fearless.
As he continued on potting another ball, he said, “Ask me.”
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Were you jealous?”
At that, Miles straightened himself, immediately finding Indy’s electric gaze. He could feel the push and pull between them—two magnets fighting to cross that tempting field. “Yes.”
“No need to be,” she assured softly, though the small smile tilting her mouth upwards was indication of her triumph.
“See, it’s only with you that I have all those weird feelings bubbling inside me. I see Alex Myers chatting and having a giggle with another girl? I don’t give a shit. But I see him touching your back? I’m fuming, and I realise my self-control shatters for you. I see a stranger take advantage of you, and there’s this voice in my head saying that it should be me touching you.”
“Then act on it,” she whispered fiercely.
“I already told you; I’m not going to ruin this situation for any of us.”
Hurt flared across her gaze—comprehension, too.
“Okay.” She cleared her throat, holding his gaze. “Truth or dare?”
“I didn’t get to ask you.”
“Answer me.”
This feisty woman…. “Dare.”
With her chin tipped up, her determined gaze locked to his, and her nose almost touching his, Miles thought his weak knees would suddenly give up. If he wasn’t already a fool, he was absolutely reckless for accepting her challenge. “If and when you realise that you want me, I dare you to show me how much. Words will never matter to me. Actions do. So if you want me,I dare you to grow some balls.”