I blink, shaking myself. “Did you write that?” She nods. “I know it needs work.” “Why do you do that?” I ask without thinking. “Cut yourself down like that.” Discomfort flashes across her face, and she shifts her feet beneath her legs. “Um.” Her lashes flutter. “I guess I say it first so others won’t.” She looks over at me, and I definitely want to kiss her again, even just to distract her from the assholes who made her feel like she wasn’t good enough. “I’d never do that, songbird.” She holds my gaze before she gives me a small nod. “I know.” I’m so fucking gone for this girl.
