Fitz doesn’t flinch. Not a single muscle twitch. “Your freckles hide most of the bruising. And that eye isn’t anything that can’t be dressed up with a pirate’s patch.” “Stop,” I say with a half laugh and a half sob. He grins, pulling stray hair away from my face. “You’ve never looked worse, Jaymes.” Laughter wins, but I still manage a few more tears. Fitz’s smile wanes. “I’m just so fucking sorry this happened to you.” “You’re not. Gary and Evette will finally think you’re hotter.” When his smile returns tenfold, it feeds my soul, filling it until it runs over. “Still, Jaymes. They’ll still
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