Cooper looked like he was struggling with something. He turned towards me, looked me in the eye and said simply, “I love you, Brit.”
ok… that was random. And bullshit.
I rolled my eyes, “Right.”
He continued to stare at me seriously, “I’m serious. I know that’s not what it always looks like… but it’s still true. Do you remember Naira?”
I scowled, “Yes.”
“She had great eyes. Golden-brown. Just like yours,” he was smiling to himself. I just stared at him, uncomprehending. He continued through a list of names (Was there anyone he hadn’t hooked-up with?) telling me qualities that reminded him of me.
Finally, he was silent, looking at me expectantly. I took a deep breath, “What are you trying to say Cooper?”
He smiled, “Brit… those were all my favorite qualities. I wanted you, but instead, I settled for looking for something like you.”
I tried to get my mind around what he was saying. It was impossible. Cooper couldn’t actually want, actually care about anything besides sex… could he?