“Just know how ugly I am, and maybe you’ll be turned off.” That’s a strong maybe. “You’re ugly,” I say, trying to buy into his words. “So ugly.” “Grotesque and smelly. Oh, God, you don’t even want to inhale around me, I smell so bad.” He wafts his hand in front of his face with a mock cringe. I bite my lip, suppressing a smile. He smells really good actually. Like soap and citrus. “You stink,” I say. “You are incredibly repulsed by me.”
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