“You’re such a good person, Johnny Kavanagh, and you don’t even know it. You don’t see how little rugby has to do with how special you are. But I do. I see it, and I know.” “See?” He clamped his hands on my hips and exhaled shakily. “You say it and I believe you.” “Because it’s true,” I choked out, breathing hard and fast. “I just… God, you have no idea how lovely you are.”
