His eyes meet mine and then fall to the collar of my hospital gown. He never looks at me like I’m half of myself, too beaten to love, too fragile to handle. Instead, his gaze rakes me like it’s our first time being this close again. One more step and his chest brushes against mine with each deep breath. He leans forward, and I go rigid. His lips tickle my ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I smile wide. Those words mean so much more now than they ever did before. “Say that again.” “How about I just fucking show you?” His hot breath warms my neck, and then he kisses that very spot, deeply
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he's so perfect
