“Do you know how disarming that is?” “What?” I couldn’t help myself. I ran my fingers along her bare upper arm. “When you admit your flaws like that.” “Why is it disarming?” I peered into her light eyes. “Because most people spend countless hours of their lives trying to cover them up.” “I’m not most people.” “No.” She rested her palm on my cheek, her warmth flooding my veins. “You aren’t.”
