“It’s not news that I have never been a willowy waif, and I know that I’ll never change because I’ve tried every bleddy diet in the universe and nothing sticks.” “You don’t need to change, Cook,” Mac states seriously, drawing my gaze to his green eyes that are soft around the edges in a way that makes my tummy do the flippys again. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and crushes me to his chest. “You’re bonnie, and you’re my best mate. You should never feel the need to hide.”
