We have to start somewhere, though, and that somewhere is right here, right now. “You look…” I start, and I realize there’s not a single word that exists in the English language I could use to describe just how fucking perfect she is. “You look incredible, love.” Her smile widens with a blush overtaking her full cheeks, and my heart doubles in size. What is this girl doing to me? “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself,” she tells me, and I almost sigh in relief because now I know that she doesn’t think I look like a complete fucking idiot.
