She frowned at him. “You’re weird.”
“And you’re pretty.”
He caressed her cheek, then settled his hand behind her neck and pulled her forward to kiss her forehead. “You got a right to be, but you brave, too.”
She turned her body to him, settling her feet on the ground. Instead of moving, she touched his lips, his jaw and, finally, his hair.
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