“You a good person, you know that?” “I can be.” “Nah, you are.” His lids lowered for a minute like he was studying me. “You care about muthafuckas, even when you shouldn’t. You put yo’self on the line for the people you care about, and ain’t a lot of people like you. Not too many women would tell a nigga not to kill his old jump off causing issues.” I giggled as he smirked subtly before getting serious. “You rare, and I’m fucking lucky. I want you to understand that shit, love.”
