“They clearly don’t know you at all. Because they’d know how stubborn you are,” he says with a tip of his lips, and I smile too. Then, his hand moves from Peach’s head to squeeze my knee. Even through my thick sweats, I can feel it like a burn, his hand on my body. “And because if they knew you, they wouldn’t be trying to change you, Ava. You’re perfect the way you are.”
