His arm wraps around my shoulders, holding me close. “It’s the escape. I get it, freckles. I just don’t like that you feel you need it. I wish you knew how incredible you are. I wish when you looked at yourself, you saw everything I see. Brielynne has nothing on you.” My chest clenches as a sad smile reluctantly bounces up my lips. I sometimes wish you weren’t my best friend and in love with another woman. “I’m working on it.”
