“You’re beautiful.” He says it without hesitation. “You have to say that.” He pulls me back to look at me, and there’s frustration on his face. “I absolutely do not. Not by any means. But you are, Cassie. You’re beautiful inside and out. Curves in all the right places that any man sees and instantly pictures in his bed. Hair you want to run your hands through. A fuckin’ flawless face. And you’re kind and sweet and hardworking. Perfect package, baby.” “I’m—” “I have sisters.” He stops there, and I move my head from his chest to look at him with confusion on my face. “I know that, honey.” “I
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