“There’s no doubt, but are you an ass-woman or an eye-woman? Or, hell, maybe a shoulder-woman? And don’t act like women don’t notice those things because I know they do.”
I undo the buttons on my shirt, revealing the four-leaf clover that matches the one on her neck—the one that’s now etched into the skin right over my heart.
MY GOD THIS IS THE CUTEST FUCKING THING
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