Christ, Heather, I know what I look like. And you’re…” His words dropped off lifting a hand towards me and looked away.
I folded my arms in front of me. “I’m what? I’m nothing but an ex-fat child who’s completely familiar with self-esteem issues–don’t kid a kidder, Ry, I’m not perfect either.” Thoughts of my tantalizing stretch marks flitted through my mind. Yeah I’m far from perfect.
His amazing green eyes flipped back to me, a wary pain etched in his face. “So, I’m to believe you’re not repulsed by the sight of me?
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He cupped my face between his hands. "Is it because Mac’s good looking to a fault, damned bastard or because I’m a moron, and read the signals wrong?" He steamrolled ahead before I could respond. "I get it, I’m the beast of jackass past and present, but I’m sure I didn’t read you wrong, Heather. Fuck..." Ry closed his eyes in pain.
Oh no, he’s doubting himself and me all because I didn’t follow my self-guided principles of right and wrong. "Kiss me," I whispered.
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