“I like your scar,” she says, the smell of tequila hitting my nose. “It makes you look distinguished.” “I think you mean disfigured!” I shout over the loud music of the club. We’ve each had about four shots in the last hour, and I feel looser than I have in a long damn time. She grabs my chin and pulls my face to hers, her green eyes that I’m really starting to like boring into me. “You’re beautiful, Rhodes. Not despite your scar, but because of it.” It was the first time someone had ever called me beautiful.
CaribaFiesta23 июня 2022“I like your scar,” she says, the smell of tequila hitting my nose. “It makes you look distinguished.” “I think you mean disfigured!” I shout over the loud music of the club. We’ve each had about four shots in the last hour, and I feel looser than I have in a long damn time. She grabs my chin and pulls my face to hers, her green eyes that I’m really starting to like boring into me. “You’re beautiful, Rhodes. Not despite your scar, but because of it.” It was the first time someone had ever called me beautiful.12