“You’re perfect. This is perfect. Every time you’re around, it hurts to take my eyes off you. And it ain’t ‘cause of your body, which is perfect, but ‘cause there ain’t anything in the world that makes me feel the way I do when I look at you.” “And what’s that?” Her hands have stilled, but she’s trembling. “Like there’s good in it.”
Book:Nickel's Story