somehow, a conversation about past relationships had come up. corbyn had plenty to talk about, but me? none.
"you've really never dated before me?" corbyn asks in disbelief.
"yeah," i shrug.
"there's a reason, right? were you not looking for a relationship? did you not meet good guys?" he questions, really desperate for answers.
"because i'm not the kind of girl that guys fall in love with." i sigh, shaking my head.
my boyfriend thinks over it before smiling.
"well, that's not true. you've got me to fall head over heels for you."