Yeah, I do. [She feels like this might be the fastest it's happened for her, but he feels right. This feels safe. He feels like home. Just like liking him took her by surprise, loving him took her by surprise. They see each other every day and they do little things for each other that people might take for granted, but mean a lot. He asks her hard questions and doesn't treat her like a child when she cries. Nothing changes. They're not coddling each other at any point, they're just doing what they want. He's here in her room with her because he picked her over every other girl that was throwing themselves at him and she's here with him because she picked him over every other man who throws themselves at her.
He's teaching her how to care about herself in a way she'd always thought was selfish because he doesn't expect anything from her, he just wants to be here with her like she wants to be here with him. She's not sure he even knows he's doing it, but he is. She sets her plate on her nightstand and kisses him again to initiate the almost-thing] I think you won me over after all.