“Sweet love, that's a new one,” I say and Ransom smiles. The movement pulls at the scar on his face, a scar left by a monster. Of course, physical wounds are nothing when compared to emotional ones, but this? This is the worst kind of both. These scars, every time he looks at them, they're a reminder of what happened to his mother, what happened to him. I want to kiss them all, run my tongue along them, repurpose all of that hate with my love. Love. My heart constricts and I glance away. Fuck. I can't be falling in love with five different guys that I just fucking met. That's insane. That's
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