He hates that, honestly -- that someone could have done a number on someone
like her, someone not list beautiful but kind and sweet and funny and all
of those other things, too. He covers the hand on his chest with one of
his, squeezing gently.
"I guess..." He thinks about it for a moment. "When I give you a
compliment you can just ask yourself if you trust me. And, if the answer is
yes, then why would I lie to you?" He lifts the hand on his chest to his
lips. "We can keep practising until it's easy."
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He hates that, honestly -- that someone could have done a number on someone like her, someone not list beautiful but kind and sweet and funny and all of those other things, too. He covers the hand on his chest with one of his, squeezing gently.
"I guess..." He thinks about it for a moment. "When I give you a compliment you can just ask yourself if you trust me. And, if the answer is yes, then why would I lie to you?" He lifts the hand on his chest to his lips. "We can keep practising until it's easy."