I outstretch an arm, and she curls into my side. Her feet are like ice as she pushes her legs between mine. She wraps a hand around the back of my neck, brushing my hair in slow strokes. “Comfortable?” I ask. “Very.” Her eyelashes flutter against my jawline. “I’m starting to think you like saving me. You just keep showing up when I need you.” I look down at the woman in my arms, swallowed by my hoodie and more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen her. I have no clue how to tell her that even though I preach nothing is perfect, that she is perfect to me. I have no clue how to make her believe just
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