“Hey.” Chloe bends over, hitting me with two sapphire eyes. “Marko calls you Iron Man, right?” I raise a brow, ignoring the clenching of my stomach muscles from the fresh wave of nerves. “Yes.” The scar above her lip twitches as her lips part. “And do you know what makes Iron Man special?” “His suit?” She laughs and leans into my ear. The hot air from her mouth sends sparks down my spine. “No. Iron Man is special because he owns who he is, no matter what people think of him. He is unapologetic and people are drawn to him like a magnet. Personally, I don’t care if it takes you a minute or
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