““told you once this could be a fairy tale if you let it. And I told you the part I’d play in that fairy tale. But if you want to go to this thing…” He stops talking for so long that I assume he’s fallen asleep. But then he turns his head, his lips moving as he brushes them against my hair. “If you want to go, Sloane…I’ll make it happen. For you, I can switch characters. I will be Prince Charming for a night.””
