I moved behind her, pulling her hair back and kissing her neck just above the mark I had left. Our eyes met in the reflection. “You don’t get it. The fact that you went through this—” My hand skimmed over the dressings on her back, over the swell of her ass, and down to the bandages taped to her legs. “—and came out on the other side with fists still swinging is what makes you beautiful.” I placed a finger to her chin and turned her face to mine. “All of this—” I hovered a soft kiss over the suture tape on her cheekbone. “is temporary. Long after the bruises have faded, your fight will still
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