“
I love your freckles,” he murmurs from behind me, the
pad of his finger tracing lines across the expanse of my
back. “They remind me of all the constellations. Like I
could draw lines between them, and pictures would
appear...”
“Right here, there are two so close together they almost
look like one.”
“Like binary stars,” I murmur.
“What are binary stars?” His finger tenderly swipes
across the spot he’s talking about.
“It’s two stars that look like one to us when we see them
in the sky. But really
...more
”
― Flawless
― Flawless
