“ I just told you how not perfect I am,” she traced her fingers over his arm. “ what makes you say that? You’re perfect to me”
“You told me about your whole life,” He pulled her closer to him. “I told you about my life up until I was, what, seventeen? And then skipped to when I turned twenty. There are still some things you don’t know.”
“I’m going across the hall to change, hurry up,” He threw his bag over his shoulder, then grabbed a pair of boots out of...
“Well I don’t. But fine. Leave me to change”